|
Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 23 March 1917
I wonder if it be true, as often asserted, that Genius is the final flower of a graft. If so the S[eme]n of a genius is really worthless; and he is therefore justified in throwing it about as he does.
“The Master of the House is one who does not care to hear disputes.” It is absolutely impossible to convey the profundity of this thought. It began thus. “Instead of having the (exciting) time I am now having, I might have been asleep, if it had not occurred to me to etc.” This was answered by a deterministic fellow; he by a free-will fiend; and so on. Then I came and said “Damn it all, what’s this noise in my house?” It’s the same as the “beyond the Abyss” doctrine; but in terms of psychological experience.
|