Both Alexander the Great and his mule-keeper were both brought to the same place by death - they were either received into the all-generative reason, or scattered among the atoms.”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations, 6.24
… which we are. And yet, who gives a shit?
All the things that make each of us special, and unique, and different amount to nothing at the end of life. We all have the same end to our story. Death: the state in which no one is better or worse. Remembering this helps to keep one on the middle road, the path of equanimity, neither falling into the ego trap of feeling superior because of one’s uniqueness, or consequently, feeling inferior because of it.
Again, we all have the same end to our story.
(See y’all tomorrow)