before you know where you are

I know that an ash-tree stands called Yggdrasill, a high tree, soaked with shining loam; from there come the dews which fall in the valley, ever green, it stands over the well of fate.

Others derive Sophi from the Sophi or Sages anciently called Magi.

[T]hen he shrugged his shoulders and said, with admirable philosophy: Well, that's life, ain't it, bud?