Willy-nilly

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing  Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;  And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,  I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing. Stanza XXXII of “Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” by Edward Fitzgerald (1809–1883)

The Inner Citadel

"Things cannot touch the soul.
They have no access to the soul.
The cannot produce our judgments.
They are outside of us.
They themselves know nothing and by themselves they affirm nothing."

(Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 4:3,10; 5:19; 6:52; 9:15, Hadot translation)

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