Capturing the Ora immota
And then it seems to me that in this suffocating heat the cicadas, singing above our heads and talking among themselves, let them also look at us. So if they saw that we too, as they do more than noon, we don’t talk, but we doze and let ourselves be enchanted by them due to the laziness of the mind, they would rightly mock us, considering us slaves who came to them to sleep in this resting place like some sheep that spend the afternoon at the spring; if instead they see us talking and sailing next to them like to the Sirens without being enchanted, perhaps, taken by admiration, they will give us that gift which by concession of the gods they can give to men
(Fedro - Plato)
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