Life is precious and can't be wasted. We have no extra time to throw away. So why do we rush into fights? Why do we go looking for arguments? Why do we forget how fragile we are and start huge battles with other people? We're weak, yet we use all our energy trying to destroy each other. Soon enough, fever or some other illness will make us too sick to keep up this war of hatred we fight so ruthlessly. Death will soon separate even the strongest fighters. Why do we cause trouble and spend our lives in chaos? Fate hangs over us, keeping score of each passing day, getting closer and closer. The time you've planned for someone else's death might include your own.
Life is a matter which does not admit of waste, and we have no spare time to throw away. Why do we rush into the fray? why do we go out of our way to seek disputes? why do we, forgetful of the weakness of our nature, undertake mighty feuds, and, frail though we be, summon up all our strength to cut down other men? Ere long, fever or some other bodily ailment will make us unable to carry on this warfare of hatred which we so implacably wage: death will soon part the most vigorous pair of combatants. Why do we make disturbances and spend our lives in rioting? fate hangs over our heads, scores up to our account the days as they pass, and is ever drawing nearer and nearer. The time which you have marked for the death of another perhaps includes your own.”