Liber LXV: The Striving Scribe
The parables of the Holy Books of Thelema
“All they understand not that thou and I are fashioning a boat of mother-of-pearl. We will sail down the river of Amrit even to the yew-groves of Yama, where we may rejoice exceedingly. The joy of men shall be our silver gleam, their woe our blue gleam -- all in the mother-of-pearl.
(The scribe was wroth thereat. He spake: O Adonai and my master, I have borne the inkhorn and the pen without pay, in order that I might search this river of Amrit, and sail thereon as one of ye. This I demand for my fee, that I partake of the echo of your kisses. And immediately it was granted unto him. Nay; but not therewith was he content. By an infinite abasement unto shame did he strive. Then a voice: )
Thou strivest ever; even in thy yielding thou strivest to yield -- and lo! thou yieldest not. Go thou unto the outermost places and subdue all things. Subdue thy fear and thy disgust. Then -- yield!”
–Liber LXV, I:39-46