No emotions. No reactions. Plays straight into, “You will own nothing, and you will be happy.” See how that works? Expect nothing, anticipate nothing, respond joyfully to nothing, cry for no one lost to you. No ego, you say? No disappointments? No tears? No attachments? No uncontrollable, raucous laughter, either. Freedom, you say? Stoic existence does not dance, does not lose itself in a fading, glorious sunset shared with a lover, for there is no “need” for anything else but your own stunning lack of feeling.
