“Above, the gemméd azure is
The naked splendour of Nuit;
She bends in ecstasy to kiss
The secret ardours of Hadit.
The winged globe, the starry blue,
Are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!”
-Aleister Crowley, as delivered by 93 - AIWASS - 418
“Liber AL vel Legis” (Chapter 1, 14:)