In this dialogue, two outspoken men philosophy about life, death and agency.
Diogenes: cynical times, nothing is certain, living through vice and corruption.
Alexander: I’d like to meet this famous cynic.
D: I love sunning myself outside this local gymnasium.
A: I am Alexander the Great.
D: I am Diogenes the Cynic
A: Your wish is my command.
D: then, get out of my light.
A: If Freedom had smiled on me, I would endure your failure to be homeless.
D: no one chooses to be without.
A: You did.
D: Or so it seems. What comes from your great sucesss?
A: Very small failures. But we are both pretending to be more than meets the eye.
D: I mock the gods or agency that forced my hand.
A: Hmm, I will meet my death like a dream.
D: then we are both imposters.
A: so it seems.