"[...] You where life is almost dead, while and see you're still alive, you who sleep in the greatest consumption of time and wake up in Russia, nor cease to dream and you see the empty mind beset by fear, and often are not able to discover what evil you have, you are oppressed while intoxicated many troubles, unhappy, everywhere, waving and vague in the grip of error confused soul. If men, as you can see they feel they have in the depths of a weight with its heaviness fatigues them, could also find out what causes this comes from and why so great a size, so to speak, of evil persists in the breast, not like that go through life like now for the most part we see them: not everyone knows what you want and always tries to change his place, as if this could lay her weight. Often leaves out one of the great palace that was bored staying at home, and immediately returned, since he feels that you are not out any better. She runs the house, whipping the stallions off as if you thought to bring relief to hasten the burning house, yawning immediately, as soon as he reached the threshold of the villa, or heavy it sinks in sleep and seeks Forgetfulness, or even part in a hurry and fury for the city and back to see her. So everyone runs itself, but then his 'I', of course, as is the case, unable to escape, unwilling to remain attached, and hates him because he is sick and does not include the cause of evil, if plainly saw the good, each , left to become anything else, is intended above all to know the nature of things, since it is not in question the condition of one hour, but this time without end [...]"
(Lucretius, De Rerum Natura)
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