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Either... The Moving Intelligences Of The Planets Are Weakest In Those That Are Farthest From The Sun, Or... There Is One Moving Intelligence In The Sun, The Common Center, Forcing Them All Round, But Those Most Violently Which Are Nearest, And That It Languishes In Some Sort And Grows Weaker At The Most Distant, Because Of The Remoteness And The Attenuation Of The Virtue.

The Soul Of The Newly Born Baby Is Marked For Life By The Pattern Of The Stars At The Moment It Comes Into The World, Unconsciously Remembers It, And Remains Sensitive To The Return Of Configurations Of A Similar Kind.

There Will Certainly Be No Lack Of Human Pioneers When We Have Mastered The Art Of Flight....let Us Create Vessels And Sails Justed To The Heavenly Ether, And There Will Be Plenty Of People Unafraid Of The Empty Wastes. In The Meantime We Shall Prepare, For The Brave Sky-travelers, Maps Of The Celestial Bodies.

Ships And Sails Proper For The Heavenly Air Should Be Fashioned. Then There Will Also Be People, Who Do Not Shrink From The Dreary Vastness Of Space.

If The Moon And Earth Were Not Retained In Their Orbits By Their Animal Force Or Some Other Equivalent, The Earth Would Mount To The Moon By A Fifty-fourth Part Of Their Distance, And The Moon Fall Towards The Earth Through The Other Fifty-three Parts, And They Would There Meet, Assuming, However, That The Substance Of Both Is Of The Same Density.