From the calm morning, the end will come when of the dancing horse the number of circles will be nine.
NostradamusNothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen.
NostradamusCome the millennium, month 12, In the home of greatest power, The village idiot will come forth To be acclaimed the leader.
Nostradamus