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What Can Be More Stupid Than To Be In Pain About Future Things And Absent Ones Which At Present Are Not Felt?

Time Is The Father Of Truth, Its Mother Is Our Mind.

Desire Urges Me On, While Fear Bridals Me.

The Soul, In Its Power, Is Present In Some Way In The Entire Universe, Because It Apprehends Substances Which Are Not Included In The Body In Which It Lives, Although They Are Related To It.

Of The Eternal Corporeal Substance (which Is Not Producible Ex Nihilo, Nor Reducible Ad Nihilum, But Rarefiable, Condensable, Formable, Arrangeable, And "fashionable") The Composition Is Dissolved, The Complexion Is Changed, The Figure Is Modified, The Being Is Altered, The Fortune Is Varied, Only The Elements Remaining What They Are In Substance, That Same Principle Persevering Which Was Always The One Material Principle, Which Is The True Substance Of Things, Eternal, Ingenerable And Incorruptible.