Desire Urges Me On, While

All Things Are In The Universe, And The Universe Is In All Things: We In It, And It In Us; In This Way Everything Concurs In A Perfect Unity.

Those Wise Men Knew God To Be In Things, And Divinity To Be Latent In Nature, Working And Glowing Differently In Different Subjects And Succeeding Through Diverse Physical Forms, In Certain Arrangements, In Making Them Participants In Her, I Say, In Her Being, In Her Life And Intellect.

Why, I Say, Do So Few Understand And Apprehend The Internal Power?... He Who In Himself Sees All Things, Is All Things.

The Wise Soul Feareth Not Death; Rather She Sometimes Striveth For Death, She Goeth Beyond To Meet Her. Yet Eternity Maintaineth Her Substance Throughout Time, Immensity Throughout Space, Universal Form Throughout Motion.

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.