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.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a skepticism about the adequacy of language to convey one's true thoughts and feelings.
Aleister Crowley expresses a profound disconnection from conventional language, suggesting that words are insufficient to capture his unique perspective. This perspective implies that personal experiences and inner truths cannot be effectively communicated through existing languages, leading him to regard spoken words as ultimately futile and misleading.
In practice
In a discussion on the inadequacy of language in expressing deep emotions.
People think that talking is a sign of thinking. It isn't, for the most part' on the contrary, it's a mechanical dodge of the body to relieve oneself of the strain of thinking, just as exercising the muscles helps the body to become temporarily unconscious of its weight, its pain, its weariness, and the foreknowledge of its doom.
There is a single main definition of the object of all magical Ritual. It is the uniting of the Microcosm with the Macrocosm. The Supreme and Complete Ritual is therefore the Invocation of the Holy Guardian Angel; or, in the language of Mysticism, Union with God.
I was not content to believe in a personal devil and serve him, in the ordinary sense of the word. I wanted to get hold of him personally and become his chief of staff.
Magick is the Science of understanding oneself and one's conditions. It is the Art of applying that understanding in action.
I do not want to father a flock, to be the fetish of fools and fanatics or the founder of a faith whose followers are content to echo my opinions. I want each man to cut his own way through the jungle.
It will be seen that the formula - 'Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law' has nothing to do with 'Do as you please.' It is much more difficult to comply with the Law of Thelema than to follow out slavishly a set of dead regulations.
Every returning New Yorker asks the question: Is this still my city? I have a ready answer, cloaked in obstinate despair: It is. And if it's not, I will love it all the more. I will love it to the point where it becomes mine again.
I know of no safe depository of the ultimate powers of the society but the people themselves; and if we think them not enlightened enough to exercise their control with a wholesome discretion, the remedy is not to take it from them but to inform their discretion.
A man is what he thinks about all day long.
You are the sum total of your dominating or most prominent thoughts.
Today, in American imperialism, the commodity has reached its most grandiose historical manifestation.
Those who want the fewest things are nearest to the gods.
Subscribe for the occasional hand-picked quote. No noise.