Bericht von der ersten Tinctur. 12

had to be born, who were like them, from whom we all come. It is not to be marveled at enough that so unspeakably many humans come from such a low, unsightly nature and seed, and such hearty creatures and beings come forth, and also all that God has created must thus multiply, augmentiren increase, and tingiren dye/color.

Oh you poor human, you miserable worm and sack of maggots, and stinking carrion! What are you making of yourself? That you love the damned world so much, walk in darkness, [and] do not follow the divine nature that is placed before your eyes, which you see and can have, and [do not follow] the same unique, old path, much less consider the same? Oh you blinded animal, look at yourself and recognize yourself rightly, what you are! Are you not also a unique matter, created and adorned by God from one substance with the image of man? A heavenly, blessed, and also an earthly, damnable creature, and also such a real nature? And is not everything also planted and locked within you? For when you die, your dead, fixed body must rot in putrefaction decay, the snakes and worms must eat you, [for] your own fixa terra fixed earth must also be broken and destroyed: (Everything that is in the world, such must happen to it.) Your spirit and soul, however, which

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