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Aleister Crowley Diary Entry Friday, 9 April 1920
The word 'detail' in the entry of two days ago cannot be understanded of any but an adept. The divine consciousness is such that I could write endless books upon the meaning of any single word. For one thing, every word has a wireless connection with every other word as in the Star-Sponge-Vision[1] of Nuit is apparent. Of course, then, every attempt to understand anything leads one towards this conception. In the beginning it is nice to find the difficult word explained by three or four easy ones; but as soon as the analysis goes deeper, one is up against obscurum per obscurius[2] every time. All one's progressions add alike to infinity-and therefore, I suppose, one learns at last to make no distinction 'between any one thing and any other thing'.
The idea 'flea' is just as full and interesting as the idea 'Ulysses', and Socrates is no more brilliant a spark than the bastard, thief, coward and murderer Ananda K. Coomaraswamy. As The Book of the Law says, 'Every number is infinite; there is no difference'. It's just possible that Tennyson may have had a glimpse of these heavens when he wrote 'Flower in the crannied wall'.[3]
1—[This vision occurred on the shores of Lake Pasquanay in New Hampshire in 1917. It is described in Eight Lectures on Yoga, 1939.] 2—['To explain the obscure by the more obscure'.] Flower in the crannied wall, I pluck you out of the crannies, I hold you there, root and all, in my hand, Little flower—but if I could understand What you are, root and all, and all in all, I should know what God and man is. Alfred, Lord Tennyson]
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