The Universe (n.) is a thing not susceptible to aesthetic and moral judgements, and so it is neither marked by heartlessness and unreason nor their opposites: it is neither perfect nor beautiful, nor noble, nor does it wish to become any of these things..
The Universe (n.) is only necessity... there is nobody who commands, nobody who obeys, nobody who trespasses, and since there is no purposes there is also no accident..
The Universe (n.) is a monster of energy, without beginning or end.
The Universe (n.) has no goal, for if it had one, that goal would have been reached by now.
The Universe (n.) exists; it is nothing that grows into existence and that passes out of existence. Or, better still, it develops, it passes away, but it never began to develop, and has never ceased from passing away; it maintains itself in both states.
The Universe (n.) lives on itself, its excrements are its nourishment.
The Universe (n.) must be splintered apart and respect for it unlearned — give back to what is closest what we gave to the whole; where Kant revered the starry heavens, we say 'digestion is more venerable'.