A River - Akira the Don, Марк Аврелий

«Everything is just an impression»

Said the Cynic

And the response is obvious enough

But the point is a useful one

If you take it for what it’s worth

The soul of man does violence to itself first

When it does its best to become an abscess

A kind of detached growth from the world

To be vexed by anything that happens

Is a kind of secession from Nature

Which comprises the nature of all things

To be vexed by anything that happens

Is a kind of secession from Nature

And it comprises the nature of all things

The soul of man does violence to itself

When it turns its back on another

Or sets out

To do harm

As the souls of the angry do

When overpowered by pleasure or pain

When it puts on a mask

And does or says anything insincerely and untruly

When it allows its action

And impulse to be

Without a purpose

To be random and disconnected

Even the smallest things ought to be directed

Towards a goal

Of a rational animal, follow the reason and the law of the Gods

Duration:

Momentary

Nature:

Changeable

Perception:

Dim

Condition of Body:

Decaying

Soul:

Spinning around

Fortune:

Unpredictable

Lasting Fame:

Uncertain

The body and its parts are a river

The soul is a dream and mist

Life is warfare

And a journey far from home

After fame is oblivion

The body and its parts are a river

The soul is a dream and mist

Life is warfare

And a journey far from home

After fame is oblivion

What can guide us?

Only philosophy

Which means keeping the demon in man

Free from violence and unharmed

Superior to pleasure and pain

Doing nothing without purpose

No hypocricy

Randomly or dishonestly

Not dependent on any man

Doing or not doing anything

Accept what’s happening

Accept what’s happening (faded)

And all thats allotted as coming from thence

And above all that it accept death

In a cheerful spirit

In a cheerful spirit

And as nothing but the dissolution of that from what it is made

If it doesn’t hurt the individual elements to change

Continually into each other, why are people afraid?

Of all of them changing

Separating

Its according to nature

And nothings evil that’s according to nature

Nothings evil that’s according to nature

The body and its parts are a river

The soul is a dream and mist

Life is warfare

And a journey far from home

After fame is oblivion

The body and its parts are a river

The soul is a dream and mist

Life is warfare

And a journey far from home

After fame is oblivion