The gods provide every man with the means to be happy, yet people devote their lives to making themselves miserable. For once, I am at a loss for words. Let's take a walk and I will show you where the wind goes when it retires. I define man as a featherless biped. Here is your man, Plato.
Motion is an illusion.
I see our friend Diogenes is here to poke holes in everybody's vanity but his own. Perhaps he would like to share his vision with us. There is but a finger's difference between a wise man and a fool. If a man raises his first finger and speaks, people think him wise. If he lifts his middle finger, they think him mad.