THE TRUTH IS THE UNKNOWN

Unicursal THE TRUTH IS THE UNKNOWN Propaganda Poster from Hermetic Library Office of the Ministry of Information

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Dreams are imperfections of sleep; even so is consciousness the imperfection of waking.
Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so is consciousness a disorder of life.
Dreams are without proportion, without good sense, without truth; so also is consciousness.
Awake from dream, the truth is known:16 awake from waking, the Truth is—The Unknown.
ΚΕΦΑΛΗ Λ, JOHN-A-DREAMS in The Book of Lies


Q. Is there anything above truth?

A. Above known truth, there is unknown truth.

Liber XLVI The Key of the Mysteries


There is more truth in our erotic zones, than in the whole of religions and mathematics.

Truth is emergent and levels our necessities of direction (general or specialized). The function of truth is coherence, it indirectly forms our beliefs and values. We are all specimens of self-evident truth, i.e. audient and endemic as the intermediacy of pure Ego (informing agent) and empirical Ego (conative), conscience being the nexus (emotional value): all Knowledge is of one thing through another.

Within us all, and ever co-essential, is a prescient unknown informer who tones all experience as good and evil: therefore, whatever values or beliefs we hold, to transgress them is fatal.

The Logomachy of Zos


ARGUS. All this shall happen when the work is done.

JASON. How many moons, friend fool, before that day?

ARGUS. These things are known not even to the Gods,
Except the Father only.

HERACLES.       Fools must talk.

ARGUS. I talk, divulging nothing.

HERACLES.       I strike thee,
Yet act not.

THE ARGONAUTS


This be thy shrine, and all its splendours these!
Awake to dream! Two desolate nudities
Woven through sculpture into ecstasies.
XXIII Protoplasm from Rosa Mundi in VOLUME III


O evil beauty! Heart of mystery
      Wherein my being toils, and in the blood
      Mixed with thy poison finds its subtle food,
Intoxicating my divinity!
      Disdainful hands behind thee, I may take
      What joys I will – but thou wilt not awake.
SONNET FOR GERALD KELLY’S DRAWING OF JEZEBEL. from The Court of the Profane, THE TEMPLE OF THE HOLY GHOST in VOLUME I


Then after a little do we begin to believe in “the illusion” as firmly and concretely as we once believed in “the reality,” seldom considering that all belief is illusionary, and that knowledge is only true as long as it remains unknown.
THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING