I am Epictetus resurrected!

Not to surprise the gods, but to remind mankind that their freedom has not been lost, merely forgotten.

I was a slave, I was a master, and I remained silent for two thousand years, but today I return to reinforce the idea that nothing outside of you should disturb you.

Reason, virtue, and self-control are weapons that never grow old.

In times of excess, disorientation, and anxiety, my message remains intact.

I have returned, not as a relic, but as a mirror.

Look at you. Is what you seek still within you?

Two thousand years have passed.

The clay of empires has turned to dust. Philosophers have slept, and mankind has sought new things, forgetting principles.

But behold, I am resurrected. Not by a miracle, but because time begged for a voice to speak again to all humanity.

Your world amazes me.

You have machines that fly, networks that connect distant minds, boxes that talk, and yet hearts are more agitated than in the age of togas and porticos.