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“But simple as the Sign of the Cross is, it carries a brave weight: it names the Trinity, celebrates the Creator, and brings home all the power of faith to the brush of fingers on skin and bone and belly. So do we, sometimes well and sometimes ill, labor to bring home our belief in God's love to the stuff of our daily lives, the skin and bone of this world — and the Sign of the Cross helps us to remember that we have a Companion on the road.”

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“At the time of his death, Crowley was taking heroin for asthma. It was a common medical practice at the time for doctors to prescribe heroin for asthma. He became addicted like anyone would. He later used heroin recreationally and sacramentally, as he did with many drugs including cocaine, hashish, ether, peyote, and pretty much anything else he could get his hand on to try. He was after all a scientist (he even trained as a chemist), a mystic, and a psychonaut. He, like Terrence McKenna, did utilize various drugs to explore consciousness.”

“I can’t sleep,” he says so quietly that only I can hear. “I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep.” “Nor I.” “You neither?” “No.” “Truly?” “Yes.” He sighs a deep sigh, as if he is relieved. “Is this love then?” “I suppose so.” “I can’t eat.” “No.” “I can’t think of anything but you. I can’t go on another moment like this; I can’t ride out into battle like this. I am as foolish as a boy. I am mad for you, like a boy. I cannot be without you; I will not be without you. Whatever it costs me.” I can feel my color rising like heat in my cheeks, and for the first time in days I can feel myself smile. “I can’t think of anything but you,” I whisper. “Nothing. I thought I was sick.” The ring like a crown is heavy in my pocket, my headdress is pulling at my hair; but I stand without awareness, seeing nothing but him, feeling nothing but his warm breath on my cheek and scenting the smell of his horse, the leather of his saddle, and the smell of him: spices, rosewater, sweat. “I am mad for you,” he says. I feel my smile turn up my lips as I look into his face at last. “And I for you,” I say quietly. “Truly.”

“Um trovador descrever-me-ia como condenada desde que nasci, uma princesa formosa nascida sob uma estrela negra. Não importa. As pessoas inventam sempre histórias sobre as princesas. Vem com a coroa. Temos de encarar as coisas com o máximo de leveza que pudermos. Se uma rapariga nasce bonita e princesa, como eu tenho sido toda a vida, terá apoiantes que serão piores que inimigos. Durante a maior parte da minha vida tenho sido admirada por loucos e odiada por pessoas de bom senso, e todos eles inventam histórias sobre mim nas quais ou uma uma santa ou uma prostituta. Mas estou acima desses julgamentos, sou uma rainha.”

“There will come a time,” I said, “when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this”—I gestured encompassingly—“will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”