I realize now how doing a thing
without “Why?” “Wherefore?” prepares one the sooner
for the service of the Gods—the elimination of the
personal. This has arisen in connection with
flagellation,[2]
recommended by A.C. after hearing my dream of May
8th.
The peculiar thing about this,
it seems to me, is that something within desires
this experience, and immediately I say “Why!”
To start things going—if it
will?
Curiosity—to have first hand
experience?
Or is it fundamental?
I have begun to suspect that I
take pleasure in inflicting pain by word—No, I do
not. I do it, but not for pleasure: no, it is not my
Will. (I think I can trace this to my early
twenties. I shall see.)
Shall I discover an enjoyment
of physical pain? |