On Man When He Came Into Life

The Pythagoreans Degrade Impious Men Into Brutes And, If One Is To Believe Empedocles, Even Into Plants.

But, When The Work Was Finished, The Craftsman Kept Wishing That There Were Someone To Ponder The Plan Of So Great A Work, To Love Its Beauty, And To Wonder At Its Vastness.

A Sacred Pride Should Grip Us Of Not Being Satisfied With The Mediocre But To Strive (for We Can Do It, If We Want To) With The Exertion Of All Our Strength To Attain The Highest. Let Us Scorn What Is Of This Earth, Let Us Ignore What Is Of Heaven, Let Us Leave Absolutely Everything Worldly Behind Us In Order To Hasten To The Abode Out Of This World, In The Proximity Of The Sublime Deity. We Do Not Need To Think Of Stepping Back. Of Being Satisfied With Second Rank, Let Us Strive For Dignity And Glory. To Attain The Highest.

But In Its Final Creation It Was Not The Part Of The Father's Power To Fail As Though Exhausted. It Was Not The Part Of His Wisdom To Waver In A Needful Matter Through Poverty Of Counsel.

At Last The Best Of Artisans Ordained That That Creature To Whom He Had Been Able To Give Nothing Proper To Himself Should Have Joint Possession Of Whatever Had Been Peculiar To Each Of The Different Kinds Of Being.