153 Epictetus told me: 'Prepare your mind. You should go. Go to him, though maybe you will not find him at home; Even if he does not expect you, does not accept. Getting closer, think: in your face, his door will be slammed. Go and think: he opens his door, but pays you no heed. Think, you see: to somebody else, he carries his lips. Think, I knew before you were born: you should go this road. Leave behind your things. Just prepare your mind, calmly. Go!'


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