“Yes, one can,” he nodded. “I have been celebrating them for a long time past.
I have celebrated cults for which I should have been imprisoned for years in a convict station, if they had been found out.
But I know it is not the right thing.” He suddenly clapped me on the shoulder, making me jump.
“Young friend,” he said impressively, “you also have mysteries. I know that you must have dreams of which you make no mention to me.
I don’t wish to know them. But I tell you: Live them, these dreams, play your destined part, build altars to them!
It is not yet the perfect religion, but it is a way. Whether you and I and a few other people will one day renew the world remains to be seen.
But we must renew it daily within us, otherwise we are of no account. Think over it!
You are eighteen, Sinclair, you don’t go with loose women, you must have love-dreams, desires.
Perhaps they are such that you are frightened by them! They are the best you have! Believe me!
I have lost a great deal by doing violence to these love-dreams when I was your age.
One should not do that. When one knows of Abraxas, one should do that no more.
We should fear nothing. We should hold nothing forbidden which the soul in us desires.”
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