And remember like yesterday the usual story. A dog tied to a wagon. The dog has two choices: follow the harmonious movement of the wagon or resist. The road ahead will be the same in both cases, but if you are adapting gait of the wagon, the ride will be smooth. If, on the contrary, resists, our
pace will be tortuous, because we will be dragged from the wagon against our will. Now I understand what the hell they meant reams of false morality and ethics of the Stoics. Now I was able to outline and centuries of a word emptied of its original meaning as bloody. Stoic. Three times. No hump, not a roar, and even a baby tooth. Dog, wagon and Corda. The dog who was convinced that he can only live two lives, one of the pet and the servile dell'illuso rebel. The wagon that he believes to decide where to take the rest, it still lives on the own life, the same worn-out grooves of the road, along the same route. A route to its nature, circular. And finally the last caste, Corda. Linked to the cart, but that tightens its noose around the neck of the dog which is believed to still be free to choose. The rope did not crawl in the mud to remain tight and choke, wear out the dog, the rope will never be broken and will always be linked. The system demands it, when un0 is in the first world, we are left, it matters little what happens in the third. So where is Stoicism? And 'an invention of the rope, which is appreciated by the Chariot and then made flag by the dog. All translated into harmony between the classes, serenity between roles. Many experience feelings of devotion to the life of the Dog, but it is pathetic because they do not even try to touch a fiber of his body in the street. And a rope, he will never Cane. In their own world, each with its non-choices. The roles are always respected. The Chariot is the more curious after all, is convinced that he all before the eyes, but when you lose a world behind. 
