Shouldn’t a thief or an adulterer be eliminated, just for being who he is?’ No, and you’d do better to phrase your question like this: ‘Should we do away with this person because he’s mistaken and misled about matters of supreme importance, and because he’s become blind—not in the sense that he’s lost the ability to distinguish white and black by sight, but because he’s lost the mental ability to distinguish good and bad?’ If you put the question like this, you’ll realize how inhumane it is, and see that it’s no different from saying, ‘So shouldn’t we kill this blind person, or this deaf person?’ If a person is injured most by the loss of the most important things, and if the most important thing in every individual is right will, what’s the point in getting angry with someone if he loses it?

~ Epictetus, Book I

What a sad movie. What a shithole of a city. What an amazing soundtrack. 8/10.

It isn’t easy to combine and reconcile the two—the carefulness of a person devoted to externals and the dignity of one who’s detached—but it’s not impossible. Otherwise, happiness would be impossible.

It’s something like going on an ocean voyage. What can I do? Pick the captain, the boat, the date, and the best time to sail. But then a storm hits. Well, it’s no longer my business; I have done everything I could. It’s somebody else’s problem now—namely, the captain’s. But the boat actually sinks. What are my options? I do the only thing I am in a position to do: drown—but fearlessly, without bawling or crying out to God, because I know that what is born must also die. I am no Father Time; I’m a human being, a part of the whole, like an hour in a day. Like the hour, I must abide my time, and like the hour, pass. What difference does it make whether I go by drowning or disease? I have to go somehow.

~ Epictetus, Book II

This is an Iranian movie, and the landscape and scenery are stunning—dusty, sandy hills decorated with colorful trees. In the movie, a character tells a joke that was my dad’s favorite, one he used to tell me often when I was little:

A Turk goes to see a doctor. He says, ‘When I touch my body with my finger, it hurts. When I touch my head, it hurts. My leg—it hurts. My belly, my hand—it all hurts.’ The doctor examines him and says, ‘Your body is fine, but your finger is broken.’

The movie: 7/10.