The Soul Is Not The Body And

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.

Innumerable Suns Exist; Innumerable Earths Revolve Around These Suns In A Manner Similar To The Way The Seven Planets Revolve Around Our Sun. Living Beings Inhabit These Worlds.

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.

Maybe You Who Condemn Me Are In Greater Fear Than I Who Am Condemned.

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.