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My Greatest Desire Is That I May Perceive The God Whom I Find Everywhere In The External World, In Like Manner Also Within And Inside Myself.

The Roads By Which Men Arrive At Their Insights Into Celestial Matters Seem To Me Almost As Worthy Of Wonder As Those Matters In Themselves.

Yet In This My Stars Were Not Mercury As Morning Star In The Angle Of The Seventh House, In Quartile With Mars, But They Were Copernicus, They Were Tycho Brahe, Without Whose Books Of Observations Everything Which Has Now Been Brought By Me Into The Brightest Daylight Would Lie Buried In Darkness.

But Although The Attractive Virtue Of The Earth Extends Upwards, As Has Been Said, So Very Far, Yet If Any Stone Should Be At A Distance Great Enough To Become Sensible Compared With The Earth's Diameter, It Is True That On The Motion Of The Earth Such A Stone Would Not Follow Altogether; Its Own Force Of Resistance Would Be Combined With The Attractive Force Of The Earth, And Thus It Would Extricate Itself In Some Degree From The Motion Of The Earth.

Repudiating The Sensible World, Which He Neither Sees Himself Nor Believes From Those Who Have, The Peripatetic Joins Combat By Childish Quibbling In A World On Paper, And Denies The Sun Shines Because He Himself Is Blind.