"Who is the worshipper essentially? Merely a mask, a vehicle, for the energy of life. Our person is, as the word itself indicates, no more than a per-sona, that through which we sound or speak, a living mask. Our innermost and final reality is the sacred bios that it conceals, the vitality that inwardly animates us. All the forms and distinctions of the phenomenal world are simply masks. The same Dionysos underlies them all. The difficulty is that man has become so accustomed to his mask that he has forgotten that is all it is. Yet a mask that is never removed becomes a face, a false face, though its falsehood is unknown even to its wearer. To see through it rather than with it we must somehow separate from or 'stand outside' it."
Dionysos: The Masks of Madness
by Robert Luyster
(20:4 - Eros)
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