Either thou livest here and hast already accustomed thyself to it, or thou art going away, and this was thy own will; or thou art dying and hast discharged thy duty.
But besides these things there is nothing. Be of good cheer, then.
Let this always be plain to thee, that this piece of land is like any other; and that all things here are the same with things on top of a mountain, or on the seashore, or wherever thou choosest to be.
For thou wilt find just what Plato says, Dwelling within the walls of a city as in a shepherd’s fold on a mountain.
What is my ruling faculty now to me?
And of what nature am I now making it?
And for what purpose am I now using it?
- Is it void of understanding?
- Is it loosed and rent asunder from social life?
- Is it melted into and mixed with the poor flesh so as to move together with it?
He who flies from his master is a runaway; but the law is master, and he who breaks the law is a runaway.
And he also who is grieved or angry or afraid, is dissatisfied because something has been or is or shall be of the things which are appointed by him who rules all things, and he is Law, and assigns to every man what is fit.
He then who fears or is grieved or is angry is a runaway.