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Was waer' ein Gott der nur von aussen stiesse, Im Kreis das All am Finger laufen liesse Ihm ziemt's, die Welt im Innern zu bewegen, Natur in Sich, Sich in Natur zu hegen.' GOETHE. ***** VIII. SCIENTIFIC USE OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU.