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Indifferents are: illness, pain, poverty, exile, death.
No indifferent is glorious in itself.
Death is not indifferent in the same way as it is indifferent whether you have an odd or an even number of hairs on your head. Death seems bad.
Death seems alien.
We have a fear of darkness. AND2
We have believed many tales about death. There are descriptions of a prison below the earth and regions of endless night.
We don't know where we are headed after death. AND1
We have a fear of the unknown. AND1
People believe that death will lead us into darkness. AND2
With practice, one can overcome this feeling.
We ought to care much less about death than we do.
There is in us an innate need to survive.
Death only has a resemblance of badness, it is not bad in itself.
It is virtue or vice that meet and handle them that makes them glorious or shameful.
The same death was glorious in the case of Cato, yet shameful in the case of Decimus Brutus.
We do not praise indifferents (death, poverty, exile), but we praise people that are not bowed down by these and take them on with bravery.
Every object takes on a splendor not its own when virtue is added to it. Like a piece of iron is not in itself either hot or cold: thrust into the furnace, it glows red-hot; plunged into water, it cools down. So is with death.