The true man is quiet. He does not want things to be different than they are.
Destiny. A high-sounding word for what happens.
Life has no purpose. This is the whole point of Buddha’s flower sermon. It’s also the answer to Stephen Hawking’s unanswerable question: “Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?”
Whatever happens had to happen. How can we say this? Because it happened.
There are a few idols to smash, a past to jettison, before we’re ready for Whitman’s question. “After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on—have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear—what remains?”