The Fools Of The World

Make Then Your Forecasts, My Lords Astrologers, With Your Slavish Physicians, By Means Of Those Astrolabes With Which You Seek To Discern The Fantastic Nine Moving Spheres; In These You Finally Imprison Your Own Minds, So That You Appear To Me But As Parrots In A Cage, While I Watch You Dancing Up And Down, Turning And Hopping Within Those Circles.

God Is Infinite, So His Universe Must Be Too. Thus Is The Excellence Of God Magnified And The Greatness Of His Kingdom Made Manifest; He Is Glorified Not In One, But In Countless Suns; Not In A Single Earth, A Single World, But In A Thousand Thousand, I Say In An Infinity Of Worlds.

The Beginning, Middle, And End Of The Birth, Growth, And Perfection Of Whatever We Behold Is From Contraries, By Contraries, And To Contraries; And Whatever Contrariety Is, There Is Action And Reaction, There Is Motion, Diversity, Multitude, And Order, There Are Degrees, Succession And Vicissitude.

Divine Love Does Not Weigh Down, Nor Carry His Servant Captive And Enslaved To The Lowest Depths, But Raises Him, Supports Him And Magnifies Him Above All Liberty Whatsoever.

I Do Not Know When, But I Know That Many Have Come In This Century To Develop Arts And Sciences, Sow The Seeds Of A New Culture That Will Flourish, Unexpected, Sudden, Just When The Power Is Deluded Into Believing They Have Won.