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Yoshitaka Amano - from artbook, "Hiten"

For a minute there I lost myselfby Marie-Esther
The sky quivers, the earth quakes before me,
for I am a magician, I possess magic.
— Pyramid Texts, utterance 472 (§ 924)

(Source: hesiunderground, via swissshard)


Takato Yamamoto, Vampire
Another one of my scans sourced as we heart it…

Devil with peasant 13th century bible

I love the forest. It is bad to live in towns: too many of the Lustful live there.
Is it not better to fall into the hands of a murderer than into the dreams of a lustful woman?
And look at these men: their eye reveals it - they know of nothing better on earth than to lie with a woman.
There is filth at the bottom of their souls; and it is worse if this filth still has something of the spirit in it!
If only you had become perfect at least as animals! But to animals belongs innocence.
Do I exhort you to kill your sense? I exhort you to an innocence of the senses.
Do I exhort you to chastity? With some, chastity is a virtue, but with many it is almost a vice.
These people abstain, it is true: but the bitch Sensuality glares enviously out of all they do.
This restless beast follows them even into the heights of their virtue and the depths of their cold spirit.
And how nicely the bitch Sensuality knows how to beg for a piece of spirit, when a piece of flesh is denied her.
Do you love love tragedies and all that is heartbreaking? But I mistrust your bitch sensuality.
You eyes are too cruel for me; you look upon sufferers lustfully. Has your lasciviousness not merely disguised itself and called itself pity?
And I offer you this parable: Not a few who sought to drive out their devil entered into the swine themselves.
Those for whom chastity is difficult should be dissuaded from it, lest it become the way to Hell - that is, to filth and lust of the soul.
Am I speaking of dirty things? That does not seem to me the worst I could do.
Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.
Truly, there are those who are chaste from the very heart: they are more gentle of heart and they laugh more often and more heartily than you.
They laugh at chastity too, and ask: ‘What is chastity?
‘Is chastity not folly? But this folly came to us and not we to it.
‘We offered this guest love and shelter: now it lives with us - let it stay as long as it wishes!’

Thus spoke Zarathustra