None may know the depths of private discourse and disillusion contained in the mind of the occultist.

The secret worlds behind a barrier of whimsy and study, safe in the confines of the mind, negating outside influences as irrelevant to the grand task.
For if those outside might glimpse a smattering of the order in the chaos within the mind, the smiling mask may drop away, to cleanly wipe expression from the face of the exposed.
For what is it to see the true face of a goddess or god?
What horrible truths, safely locked away, are seen not in the light of day but under shrouds of occulted intentions.
The real self exposed is a compromised experiment in progress, the potential findings lost in a sea of experience and probability.
Thus, beneath and beyond the hermetical trickster lies a truth so profound, that even language fails to express it.
Yet it is language that exists for that very purpose, that the unknown becomes known, and the knowledge known is but a pale reflection of what knowledge is to come.
It is a grand adventure into the unknown, and the frightening reality that one can never know knowing.
The step outside of comfort is the step toward progress, though one may never know what one is progressing towards.
The eternal experiment is compromised by the variables allowed in an ordinarily self-contained system.
From these variables, a new experiment takes shape, and shapes the lives of those participating in it.
The variables are love and trust and sharing.
The experiment, is us.