Number Is The Within Of All Things.

Oh, My Fellow Men, Do Not Defile Your Bodies With Sinful Foods. We Have Corn, We Have Apples Bending Down The Branches With Their Weight, And Grapes Swelling On The Vines. There Are Sweet-flavored Herbs, And Vegetables Which Can Be Cooked And Softened Over The Fire, Nor Are You Denied Milk Or Thyme-scented Honey. The Earth Affords A Lavish Supply Of Riches, Of Innocent Foods, And Offers You Banquets That Involve No Bloodshed Or Slaughter; Only Beasts Satisfy Their Hunger With Flesh, And Not Even All Of Those, Because Horses, Cattle, And Sheep Live On Grass.

There Is Geometry In The Humming Of The Strings, There Is Music In The Spacing Of The Spheres.

If You Have A Wounded Heart, Touch It As Little As You Would An Injured Eye. There Are Only Two Remedies For The Suffering Of The Soul: Hope And Patience.

Bless Us, Divine Number, Who Generated Gods And Men. Number Contains The Root And Source Of Eternally Flowing Creation.

Do Not Go To Bed Until You Have Gone Over The Day Three Times In Your Mind. What Wrong Did I Do? What Good Did I Accomplish? What Did I Forget To Do?