How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

It is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.

If men saw that a term was set to their troubles, they would find strength in some way to withstand the hocus-pocus and intimidations of the prophets.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

We notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.

The body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.

For it is unknown what is the real nature of the soul, whether it be born with the bodily frame or be infused at the moment of birth, whether it perishes along with us, when death separates the soul and body, or whether it visits the shades of Pluto and bottomless pits, or enters by divine appointment into other animals.