Stephan Speaks Quotes

I have made a long enough descent into the void to speak with certainty. There is nothing but beauty--and beauty has only one perfect expression, Poetry. All the rest is a lie.

Master your mind and you'll master the world around you.

One of the towering figures of the age of Enlightenment was Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, known to this day in German-speaking lands as the poet of princes and prince of poets. Unlike Voltaire, he openly practiced esoteric disciplines, particularly alchemy. He wrote a famous verse about the Cathars, which translated says: “There were those who knew the Father. What became of them? Oh, they took them and burned them!” Goethe's chief work, of course, is his Faust. As noted in chapter 8, the figure of Faust was inspired by the image of the early Gnostic teacher Simon Magus, one of whose honorific names was Faustus. While in Christopher Marlowe's sixteenth-century play,

Historically and geographically speaking, Gnosticism developed at the same time and in the same places as early Christianity, with which it was, and remained, entwined—Palestine, Syria, Samaria, and Anatolia, and later, Ptolemaic Egypt.

Gnostic teachings speak of the reality and power of evil and its fundamental presence throughout manifest existence. They declare that while we may not be able to rid the world or ourselves of evil, we may, and indeed will, rise above it through gnosis.

Long pause. Somehow Stephan immediately knew this was a lie. Jane was interested in having a good time, not in espionage. Her smiling face momentarily appeared in his memory. But it wasn’t customary to ask the KGB for proof. Nevertheless, he asked a stupid question: “And how do you know? She’s never behaved in a strange or suspicious way.” “Well, this is our work. I can’t tell you about our sources. All you need to know is that your friend is an agent of the enemy.” Technically speaking, according to Soviet custom, this makes me a traitor, thought Stephan. Prosecutor, judge, and juror. Three in one. And not to forget, the executioner. Years of training, millions of guinea pigs. What could be his counterargument? He wished this day had never happened. The major was apparently following a familiar routine: “Do you think you can help us?” “Help how?” Stephan was receiving too much information to digest quickly. “We need to make sure that our state secrets remain safe. That the enemy doesn’t infiltrate our ranks and use such a respected family as yours to gain access to classified information.” “But I don’t have access to any secrets!” Stephan said naively. “Your brother does, though.