It is precisely because there is nothing within the One that all things are from it.

Nature is but an image of wisdom, the last thing of the soul; nature being a thing which doth only do, but not know.

It is precisely because there is nothing within the One that all things are from it.

The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father; but coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls.

It is in virtue of unity that beings are beings.

Become vision itself.

Mankind is poised midway between the gods and the beasts.