Did you, can you, find tranquility, while by accident attaining virtue along the journey? OR Do you attempt to live a good life, by observing the virtues, and thereby, as a by-product, eventually know tranquility?
Greek or Roman?
Boxers or briefs?
McNuggets or Cheeto's Chicken Fries?
Taco Bell or Arby's?
Despite Helenized nomenclature, I labor at my burden like a true Roman, fed from the grain dole and at the behest of Caesar. I have attained tranquility without the rugged or diligent pursuit of virtue, via prescribed anti-psychotic medications.
So I am a true Roman, living the Roman way while being transfixed and enamored by the Greek way, to strive for tranquility through virtue.
Marcus Aurelius said: "The best revenge is to not be like them." In your eye, world. For you might read this and be influenced by me, while my own barometer points with a jitter or a stutter towards other matters entirely.
And in that, I can love you. Also, your attentions edify.
Let us continue the journey, then.