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Now that there was no longer any “I” to suffer, all these ideas which had inflicted suffering became innocent. I could praise the perfection of every part; I could wonder and worship the whole. Aleister Crowley, The Vision and the Voice (Liber 418) , p. 26. [54] (Quoted in 20250929) ° I never let myself forget the rocks which have baffled me: the Coolin Crack on Beachy Head (curse it!)