“All of us are working on the same project. Some consciously, with understanding; some without knowing it. (I think this is what Heraclitus meant when he said that “those who sleep are also hard at work” – that they too collaborate in what happens.) Some of us work in one way, some in others. And those who complain and try to obstruct and thwart things – they help as much as anyone. The world needs them as well.
So make up your mind who you’ll choose to work with. The force that directs all things will make good use of you regardless – will put you on its payroll and set you to work. But make sure it’s not the job Chrysippus speaks of: the bad line in the play, put there for laughs.” – Marcus Aurelius
There exists a universal compulsion to truth. A man can either embrace this impulse or he can recoil from it; he cannot do both at the same time.
Those who complain and try to thwart do so in an attempt to cover up the sense of shame and discomfort which come from spurning truth. They busily point fingers to avoid having to look at themselves. Blame and accusation are the calling cards of desperate men who have not yet yielded to the compulsion to truth.
Men who vacillate between acceptance and rejection of the compulsion to truth are like drunkards sitting on a fence. They lurch to and fro in an awkward attempt to maintain balance. Such men invariably fall and get hurt, but have a hard time remembering what caused their injury.
Fences make terrible chairs; be a man: declare yourself.
I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot.
So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth.