All is flux; nothing stays still.
Things keep their secrets.
When men dream, each has his own world. When they are awake, they have a common world.
A blow to the head will confuse a man's thinking, a blow to the foot has no such effect, this cannot be the result of an immaterial soul.
There is but one world common for those who are awake, but when men are asleep, each turns away into a world of his own.
Greater dooms win greater destinies.