The things that trouble us exist outside of us. They know nothing about themselves and can't tell us anything about themselves. What judges them, then? Our mind does.
The things themselves that affect us, they stand without doors, neither knowing anything themselves nor able to utter anything unto others concerning themselves. What then is it, that passeth verdict on them? The understanding.
All these things we experience are common and ordinary. They last only a day. And really, they are pretty base and dirty. They were the same in the days of those we have buried. They are the same now. Nothing has changed.
All those things, for matter of experience are usual and ordinary; for their continuance but for a day; and for their matter, most base and filthy. As they were in the days of those whom we have buried, so are they now also, and no otherwise.