OF AMBOISE.

"Say to them: you see there the sovereign worship,
Which, from supreme love, was the supreme end.
When this fertile seed received the order to bloom,
Books and writings did not yet exist.
It is the texte mère mother text or original source; and traditions
Are only reflections and translations of it.
This worship was founded on man and nature.
It is a living apparatus, modeled upon the wound;
And being the true channel of healing,
It had to take the imprint and the forms of the evil.
A torrent of abuses made in its name inundates us:
But you who present yourselves as the torches of the world,
Do not go on repeating that all pious worship,
Is and never was anything but superstitious.
The bases of it are henceforth justified:
If the world is filled with sanctified errors;
If everywhere imposture adds to these abuses,
Each deviation is one more witness to their source:
Would man, who shows us his weakness every day,
Have known drunkenness without the fruit of the vine?
Avarice without gold? Impiety without God?
And falsehood, finally, without a truth?
Abjure, believe me, your frivolous studies,
Easily dazzled by similarities,
Error has led you to the coarsest reef.
Seeing at every step, in these different fruits,
Same facts; same laws; same names; same numbers;
You have not had the skill to sort through these ruins.
The Zodiac written in Henné Esna, an Egyptian site known for its ancient astronomical temple, and Tintyra Dendera, an Egyptian temple complex famous for its zodiac,
The worship of all times had that type there.
Of the number imprinted upon it, the source is eternal;
And the circle itself offers the model of it.
What do errors matter that the rolling ages..."