The Pythagoreans Degrade Impious Men Into Brutes

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

God The Father, The Supreme Architect, Had Already Built This Cosmic Home We Behold, The Most Sacred Temple Of His Godhead, By The Laws Of His Mysterious Wisdom.

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.

Admittedly Great Though These Reasons Be, They Are Not The Principal Grounds, That Is, Those Which May Rightfully Claim For Themselves The Privilege Of The Highest Admiration.

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.