Pan the Elder Speaks
But I am not the only fan of Pan the man. Consider this poem by Aleister Crowley, Hymn to Pan. (go through the link for a free download of this ardorous piece) sacred-texts.com
Now let us compare some of Crowley's descriptions of the horned god Pan with what I conceive of as my own personality aspects. First, Crowley describes Pan as, 'Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards, And nymphs and satyrs for thy guards.' As a younger man I drank voluminously. And I did associate with various nymphs and satyrs, broadly speaking. In the 60's, 70's and even 80's this is what we did with our time: Bacchanalian revelry.
'Thrust the sword through the galling fetter,' Just like Pan, I often acted without restraint. Thrusting my sword of will through any perceived obstacles and restraints.
'All-devourer, all begetter;' I really did see myself as the center of the universe without any company. Devouring and begetting all over the place. It was embarrassing.
'The eagle slashes with beak and claw; The Gods withdraw;' To consider one's self as above everyone and everything, even the Gods, invites hubris, as we know from those who have gone before on this journey. But as you may also know, no one wants to talk about hubris at the drunken debacle.