Our Lord the Devil's their Word, the Word Thelema, spoken of me The Beast. - Aleister Crowley

It is a sort of sinister warning that there is some person or some thing in the Universe outside oneself: and the realisation of that is as frankly frightening as the other realisation, that one is eternally alone, is horrible.

For I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.

I hardly ever talk- words seem such a waste, and they are none of them true. No one has yet invented a language from my point of view.