Aleister and Osama

More thoughts on Osama bin Laden.

I read, a long time ago, of an encounter between Aleister Crowley and an Indian holy man. This has faded in my memory so much that I am no longer sure if I either read, heard, or invented this fragment, but what remains in my memory serves well to illustrate a point, an issue. 

Embellished with detail:

Both Crowley and the holy man were sitting outdoors, by a body of water,  engaged in conversation. Crowley was being bothered by mosquitoes, and he noticed after a while that the holy man was not. He turned to the man and questioned the situation, to which the holy man replied somethin'  loike:
"Gott'a love 'em, mate. Gott'a love 'em."

Now  the epic scale of this event overwhelms my long term memory storage banks, but I do vaguely recall a satisfactory resolution for this problem of Crowley's.

Mosquitoes are not my first choice for projectile love, but when I view them objectively, neo-Wiccan and a bit Eastern like,  I push them aside, gently so as not to damage their blood sucking instruments.
"Pass the word, guys, I'm at peace.  I love you all! No harm will come to you on my exposed forearms, but just go suck someone else, will you?"

This doesn't really work; they do come back. I blame that on a deficit of true love for the insects.  I'm getting there, but it needs more work.

Simply simplistic allegory-wise, but at the core of ethical codes amongst us, creatures on Earth. As Elton put it: love is what we're here for. 

But, unethical rulez.