"When you enter Gyara, one door locks; But the other door is always open. This bleak, Greek island: no more than rocks. Still. Stark. Stripped of all things that are Roman. You can leave through the open door: Reason. Or if Nero calls... But he never will. That busy, vengeful god obsessed by treason, Marooned you, then forgot you. As gods do. Still. We all share the same stars, moon and sun. Persist. Only your mind provides rescue."
"Resist. The sere, salt-galed, silent stupor, which dulled exiles wear for their civic sin. Persist. Wind and sun will sustain their sting Indifferent: Ceaseless in their duty. As you must be; the moral part of nature's beauty. When all your acts have virtue in their essence, You will confront this awful sentence: "Exist?" All distils to this one question. Still. Recall those words in Enchiridion, "The door is always open at Gyara.""
When one enters Gyara, one door locks while the other remains open: Reason. Gyara stands as a bleak Greek island of rocks, stripped of Roman trappings, where exile must depend on the mind for rescue. Nero’s vengeful neglect leaves the exiled marooned while stars, moon and sun continue their indifferent cycles. Exiles must persist and resist the dulled stupor of civic punishment. Wind and sun perform duty without regard; moral nature demands similar constancy. When all acts embody virtue, existence narrows to a single confronting question. A recalled maxim insists that the door at Gyara remains open.
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