Plato, Republic, 617d-619b

How many times has each of us, upon the meadow,
eagerly sought after what we erred was best?

How many times have we been conquered
and seen the luxuries of the uncaring rulers,
thinking — yes, that is a better life, I will take that?

How many times have we nourished unjust actions
and cultivated resentment towards the harmed,
thinking — no, they have no clue how good they have it?

How often has the lack of seeing one another
deepened the knots of our sufferings,
oscillating as we do between extremes
like a world moving from boiling to freezing.

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