Paphnutius supposed this was due to one of those rhapsodies to which the saints are accustomed. He knelt down, with his hands joined, by the side of the unknown, and remained thus in prayer till sunset. It would even be certain, if anything in this world were certain. Paphnutius was surprised and saddened by the incredible ignorance of the man. That I cannot understand.
Nothing is itself, either virtuous or shameful, just or unjust, pleasant or painful, good or bad.
So then, according to you there is no certainty. You deny the truth which the idolaters themselves have sought. Stranger, it is equally useless to abuse either dogs or philosophers. We know not what dogs are or what we are. For the same things often assume different appearances.