Nothing in the world can one imagine beforehand,not the least thing,everything is made up of so many unique particulars that cannot be forseen. - Nostradamus

I had determined to go as far as declaring in abstruse and puzzling utterances the future causes of the "common advent", even those truly cogent ones that I have foreseen. Yet lest whatever human changes may be to come should scandalise delicate ears, the whole thing is written in nebulous form, rather than as a clear prophecy of any kind.

Estant assis de nuit secret estude,
Seul repousé sur la selle d'ærain,
Flambe exigue sortant de solitude,
Fait prosperer qui n'est à croire vain.

Entonces triunfará María, Madre de Dios (a la que Nostradamus indica como una curiosa perífrasis, siendo «maría» el plural del nombre latino «mare»), de la cual se ha dicho que «las puertas del Infierno no prevalecerán contra ella».