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A quotation from Marcus Aurelius

We were born for cooperation, like feet, like hands, like eyelids, like the rows of upper and lower teeth. So to work against each other is contrary to nature; and resentment and rejection count as working against someone.
 
[γεγόναμεν γὰρ πρὸς συνεργίαν ὡς πόδες, ὡς χεῖρες, ὡς βλέφαρα, ὡς οἱ στοῖχοι τῶν ἄνω καὶ κάτω ὀδόντων. τὸ οὖν ἀντιπράσσειν ἀλλήλοις παρὰ φύσιν: ἀντιπρακτικὸν δὲ τὸ ἀγανακτεῖν καὶ ἀποστρέφεσθαι.]

Marcus Aurelius (AD 121-180) Roman emperor (161-180), Stoic philosopher
Meditations [To Himself; Τὰ εἰς ἑαυτόν], Book 2, ch. 1 (2.1) [tr. Gill (2013)]

Sourcing, notes, alternate translations: wist.info/marcus-aureleus/7491…

Every time I think about abstract concepts in depth I eventually feel like I go full circle and end up where I started. Like one of these impossible geometry drawings by Escher. Often I don't really come to a satisfying conclusion beyond: "shit's complex and fucked up".

While I am keenly aware of the fact that my own cognition imposes limits on the degree of my understanding - that is the complexity of mental models I can realistically draft up and employ to make sense of the world - I cannot help but wonder if this circular nature of reasoning is somehow symptomatic of some fundamental laws of nature. An expression of some circular property of reality. The carousel goes around and round and round and round. Get on for another round!

There was the sound of faint footsteps far away in the darkness. They approached, slowly and deliberately. And stopped. A voice said: One. One. One, two. One, two. Then the footsteps went back into the distance. Another voice said: One, two, three, four— And the universe came into being. Matter exploded into being, apparently as chaos, but in fact as a chord. This had shape. It had rhythm. It had a beat, and you could dance to it.
Everything did.

T. Pratchett