The Universe Is Then One, Infinite, Immobile.

The One Infinite Is Perfect , In Simplicity , Of Itself, Absolutely, Nor Can Aught Be Greater Or Better, This Is The One Whole, God , Universal Nature , Occupying All Space, Of Whom Naught But Infinity Can Give The Perfect Image Or Semblance.

What Can Be More Stupid Than To Be In Pain About Future Things And Absent Ones Which At Present Are Not Felt?

This Whole Which Is Visible In Different Ways In Bodies, As Far As Formation, Constitution, Appearance, Colors And Other Properties And Common Qualities, Is None Other Than The Diverse Face Of The Same Substance A Changeable, Mobile Face, Subject To Decay, Of An Immobile, Permanent And Eternal Being.

All Things Are In The Universe, And The Universe Is In All Things: We In It, And It In Us; In This Way Everything Concurs In A Perfect Unity.

There Is No Absolute Up Or Down, As Aristotle Taught; No Absolute Position In Space; But The Position Of A Body Is Relative To That Of Other Bodies. Everywhere There Is Incessant Relative Change In Position Throughout The Universe, And The Observer Is Always At The Center Of Things.