The theme I get here is total immersion in a concept or idea - herein the author of the 3rd chapter of this book. Everything is symbolic and dedicated to him. The cakes are eaten unto him. Things sacred to him spawn from them. The attributions of lust, power, and war swell in a force also dedicated to him and of him.
Now - what does this mean to me here and now? There is much that I trip over in the verbiage and much that I trip over in the perspective of this chapter. The universal will that flows from Ra Hoor Khuit is one that bulldozes and causes upheaval of all that is incompatible - the past, the enemies, the heathen, etc. This seeming destructive force enthuses and fills the person worshiping to, from the content of this book, climax in a sort of blizzard of force. I can feel some of this in formulating my ideas and in the context of the previous chapters it gives me no desire to go out with spear in hand to destroy the heathen
Much more I could apply this to my own being and my own constitution though I could see some outward value in this. Just looking at the history of the 20th century displays wars, rapid growth, rapid change, etc. Even the beginning of this current century has had so much change and upheaval. This river is running strong and this chapter perhaps gives clues to navigation.