So Alister Crowley told a joke. He said if you got it, it would Explain the entire mystery of Magick.
”There were these two men, sharing a Taxi. They didn’t know each other. They just happened to be traveling together. One of the men had, resting in his lap, a cardboard box with holes punched in the top. The other had a red hat. After some time spent contemplating what might be inside his traveling companion’s box, man with the red hat said “Whats in the box”? The other man, though obviously surprised by this impertinent intrusion from a stranger, smiled politely as he answered, “It's a mongoose.”
The man with a red hat replied "Ah.... Why the hell do you have a mongoose? I had expected cat, or puppy. Where are you taking it?” The other man, who sat with the perforated box on his lap, shrugged wearily as he replied, “Well, it’s something of a personal matter, as it concerns a family tragedy. However, since I’m confident I may rely on your lack of discretion, I suppose I don’t mind sharing my unfortunate account with you.”
“You see, Its for my brother. He has for many years indulged himself in a predictable situation. His drinking has progressed until he is now in the final stages of delirium tremens. My brother now sees snakes everywhere, which is the reason I am taking him this mongoose, so it will eat them”
The other man looking puzzled said, “... aren’t they imaginary snakes?”
“Yes,” the man with the box replied. “But this is an imaginary mongoose.”