I Who Am In The Night Will

The Universe Is Then One, Infinite, Immobile. ... It Is Not Capable Of Comprehension And Therefore Is Endless And Limitless, And To That Extent Infinite And Indeterminable, And Consequently Immobile.

I Pray You, Magnificent Sir, Do Not Trouble Yourself To Return To Us, But Await Our Coming To You.

When We Consider The Being And Substance Of That Universe In Which We Are Immutably Set, We Shall Discover That Neither We Ourselves Nor Any Substance Doth Suffer Death. For Nothing Is In Fact Diminished In Its Substance, But All Things, Wandering Through Infinite Space, Undergo Change Of Aspect.

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.

Time Is The Father Of Truth, Its Mother Is Our Mind.