There Is One Basic Cause Of All

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 A Single General Space, A Single Vast Immensity Which We May Freely Call Void: In It Are Unnumerable Globes Like This On Which We Live And Grow, This Space We Declare To Be Infinite, Since Neither Reason, Convenience, Sense-perception Nor Nature Assign To It A Limit.

Divinity Reveals Herself In All Things. Everything Has Divinity Latent Within Itself. For She Enfolds And Imparts Herself Even Unto The Smallest Beings, And From The Smallest Beings, According To Their Capacity. Without Her Presence Nothing Would Have Being, Because She Is The Essence Of The Existence Of The First Unto The Last Being.

I Don't Care If 1 Is Prime Or Not, If 2 Is Prime Or Not, If 3 Is Prime Or Not. All I Care Is That There Are More Stars In The Heavens Than Primes In The Earth.

Perchance You Who Pronounce My Sentence Are In Greater Fear Than I Who Receive It.