With Luck On Your Side,

I Who Am In The Night Will Move Into The Day.

The Infinity Of All Ever Bringing Forth Anew, And Even As Infinite Space Is Around Us, So Is Infinite Potentiality, Capacity, Reception, Malleability, Matter.

Of The Eternal Corporeal Substance (which Is Not Producible Ex Nihilo, Nor Reducible Ad Nihilum, But Rarefiable, Condensable, Formable, Arrangeable, And "fashionable") The Composition Is Dissolved, The Complexion Is Changed, The Figure Is Modified, The Being Is Altered, The Fortune Is Varied, Only The Elements Remaining What They Are In Substance, That Same Principle Persevering Which Was Always The One Material Principle, Which Is The True Substance Of Things, Eternal, Ingenerable And Incorruptible.

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

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.