The Fool (n.) is blown about by every impression from outside, Seneca says, letting them mingle unexamined with his own desires and illusions until he cannot tell world from wish.
The Fool (n.) lets present goods slip by while fretting over the future; the sensible man keeps even the goods he no longer has, through memory.
A Fool (n.) in the old farces is comedy to the second degree — the deception of deception, who speaks love to lovers and the truth of life to the young.
A Fool (n.) in his innocent idiocy already holds intact the knowledge the wise glimpse only in fragments: the crystal ball empty to all others is full in his eyes.
The Fool (n.) is scattered in time: he remembers nothing, lets his life drift past, changes his way of living every day, and reaches old age without ever having thought about it.