Time Is The Father Of

I Await Your Sentence With Less Fear Than You Pass It. The Time Will Come When All Will See What I See.

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.

With Luck On Your Side, You Can Do Without Brains.

When We Consider The Being And Substance Of That Universe In Which We Are Immutably Set, We Shall Discover That Neither We Ourselves Nor Any Substance Doth Suffer Death. For Nothing Is In Fact Diminished In Its Substance, But All Things, Wandering Through Infinite Space, Undergo Change Of Aspect.

We Delight In One Knowable Thing, Which Comprehends All That Is Knowable; In One Apprehensible, Which Draws Together All That Can Be Apprehended; In A Single Being That Includes All, Above All In The One Which Is Itself The All.