Why Do We Believe That In All

True Happiness Consists In Being Considered Deserving Of It.

And That All Seas Are Made Calme And Still With Oile; And Therefore The Divers Under The Water Doe Spirt And Sprinkle It Abroad With Their Mouthes Because It Dulceth And Allaieth The Unpleasant Nature Thereof, And Carrieth A Light With It.

No Mortal Man, Moreover Is Wise At All Moments.

Nature Is To Be Found In Her Entirety Nowhere More Than In Her Smallest Creatures.

The Only Certainty Is Uncertainty