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Astrology Is A Sickness, Not A Science ... It Is A Tree Under The Shade Of Which All Sorts Of Superstitions Thrive.

You Will Find That There Is No Other Difference Of Opinion As Regards Any Portions Of The Universe, Except That The Philosophers Believe In The Eternity Of The Universe And We Believe In The Creation. Note This.

Astrology Is Not An Art, It Is A Disease.

We Each Decide Whether To Make Ourselves Learned Or Ignorant, Compassionate Or Cruel, Generous Or Miserly. No One Forces Us. No One Decides For Us, No One Drags Us Along One Path Or The Other. We Are Responsible For What We Are.

At Times The Truth Shines So Brilliantly That We Perceive It As Clear As Day. Our Nature And Habit Then Draw A Veil Over Our Perception, And We Return To A Darkness Almost As Dense As Before. We Are Like Those Who, Though Beholding Frequent Flashes Of Lightning, Still Find Themselves In The Thickest Darkness Of The Night.