We can speak and think only of what exists. And what exists is uncreated and imperishable for it is whole and unchanging and complete. It was not or nor shall be different since it is now, all at once, one and continuous.

Let reason alone decide.

Change is an illusion.

Never will this prevail, that the things that are not are — bar your thought from this road of inquiry.

There is one story left, one road: that it is. And on this road there are very many signs that, being, is uncreated and imperishable, whole, unique, unwavering, and complete.

Being alone is and nothing is altogether not.

Give me the power to produce fever and I’ll cure all disease.