The Vigil of St. Hubert
-Aleister Crowley

In the forest God met the Stag-beetle. “Hold! Worship me!” quoth God. “For I am All-Great, All-Good, All Wise….The stars are but sparks from the forges of My smiths….”
“Yea, verily and Amen,” said the Stag-beetle, “all this do I believe, and that devoutly.”
“Then why do you not worship Me?”
“Because I am real and you are only imaginary.”
But the leaves of the forest rustled with the laughter of the wind. Said Wind and Wood: “They neither of them know anything!”

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