12/28/17 - (Hadit) Liber L., Cap. II, v. 50-52
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*50. Blue am I and gold in the light of my bride: but the red gleam is in my eyes; & my spangles are purple & green.
- Purple beyond purple: it is the light higher than eyesight.
- There is a veil: that veil is black. It is the veil of the modest woman; it is the veil of sorrow, & the pall of death: this is none of me. Tear down that lying spectre of the centuries: veil not your vices in virtuous words: these vices are my service; ye do well, & I will reward you here and hereafter.*