{Epictetus, freed slave Turned stoic thinker Expelled from Rome For seeking virtue and wisdom In Nature, the city of gods He found his destiny In simplicity and dignity} What do I care about you, when all must die What does your face mean to me, When All my eyes can seize, must die What is your warmth to me, it will not last What about your hair, can it do What the atoms will, last What is music, a drug forever falling What do you care about words, as you do What the bombs keep doing, fall What do I think of you, Amor, when all must die What are your smiling winds to me All their beauty and grace must die