All Things Are In All.

Perchance You Who Pronounce My Sentence Are In Greater Fear Than I Who Receive It.

It Is Unity That Doth Enchant Me. By Her Power I Am Free Though Thrall, Happy In Sorrow, Rich In Poverty, And Quick Even In Death.

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.

The Soul Is Not The Body And It May Be In One Body Or In Another, And Pass From Body To Body.

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.