Every Knave Is A Thorough

The Eye By Long Use Comes To See Even In The Darkest Cavern: And There Is No Subject So Obscure But We May Discern Some Glimpse Of Truth By Long Poring On It.

This Perceiving, Active Being Is What I Call Mind, Spirit, Soul, Or Myself. By Which Words I Do Not Denote Any One Of My Ideas, But A Thing Entirely Distinct From Them, Wherein They Exist, Or, Which Is The Same Thing, Whereby They Are Perceived; For The Existence Of An Idea Consists In Being Perceived.

If We Admit A Thing So Extraordinary As The Creation Of This World, It Should Seem That We Admit Something Strange, And Odd, And New To Human Apprehension, Beyond Any Other Miracle Whatsoever.

Did Men But Consider That The Sun, Moon, And Stars, And Every Other Object Of The Senses, Are Only So Many Sensations In Their Minds, Which Have No Other Existence But Barely Being Perceived, Doubtless They Would Never Fall Down And Worship Their Own Ideas; But Rather Address Their Homage To That Eternal Invisible Mind Which Produces And Sustains All Things.

In Short, If There Were External Bodies, It Is Impossible We Should Ever Come To Know It; And If There Were Not, We Might Have The Very Same Reasons To Think There Were That We Have Now.