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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.

The Universe Is Then One, Infinite, Immobile. ... It Is Not Capable Of Comprehension And Therefore Is Endless And Limitless, And To That Extent Infinite And Indeterminable, And Consequently Immobile.

It May Be You Fear More To Deliver Judgment Upon Me Than I Fear Judgment.

Desire Urges Me On, While Fear Bridals Me.

Innumerable Suns Exist; Innumerable Earths Revolve Around These Suns In A Manner Similar To The Way The Seven Planets Revolve Around Our Sun. Living Beings Inhabit These Worlds.