The Soul Is Not The

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.

There Is In The Universe Neither Center Nor Circumference.

The Beginning, Middle, And End Of The Birth, Growth, And Perfection Of Whatever We Behold Is From Contraries, By Contraries, And To Contraries; And Whatever Contrariety Is, There Is Action And Reaction, There Is Motion, Diversity, Multitude, And Order, There Are Degrees, Succession And Vicissitude.

There Is One Basic Cause Of All Effects.

All Things Are In All.