The purest formula of amor fati. A single phrase — and in it the whole doctrine of DOGMAthe love of fate, without remainder. The adverb μόνως ("only, solely") sets the bar as high as it goes: not to "accept," not to "endure," but to love (φιλεῖν) — and to love only what falls to you. Not to choose among events, not to wish for a different arrangement: the love is aimed at exactly what is, because no other "yours" exists.

Spun together with you. The second participle is the key: συγκλωθόμενον, "spun-together," from κλώθω (to spin; hence Clotho, the eldest of the Fates). What happens to you is not tossed in from outside by blind chance but woven into one thread with you yourself in the very spinning: your fate and you are of one fibre (cf. 05-08 — "the threads of your life are woven with the whole" already before your birth; the medical image there: fate is "prescribed" to you as Asclepius prescribes a cure). Hence the rhetorical clinch: τί γὰρ ἁρμοδιώτερον; — "what could fit (ἁρμόδιον) more closely?" Since the event is spun with you, it is tailored to your measure more exactly than any choice; to love it is not a feat of resignation but a recognition of the cut. Cf. 04-34 (give yourself to Clotho, let her spin what she will out of you), 10.6, 3.16. The discipline is desire in its purest form.