“Everyone,” I’ve just been informed, “can be a citizen of everywhere!” – A vast intercontinental car park, where nobody is anywhere, nobody belongs anywhere, nobody’s a foreigner, and nobody is at home. We must all be exactly the same, in a place where nothing matters, and all we do is work and spend. I find it a trifle bloodless as a concept.
Someone might say, “Socrates, can you not go away from us and live quietly, without talking?” Now this is the hardest thing to make some of you believe. For if I say that such conduct would be disobedience to the god and therefore I cannot keep quiet, you will think I am jesting and will not believe me; and if again I say that to talk every day about virtue (ἀρετῆς) and the other things about which you hear me talking and examining myself and others is the greatest good to man, and that the unexamined life is not worth living [or: the unexamined life is not to be lived by man (ὁ δὲ ἀνεξέταστος βίος οὐ βιωτὸς ἀνθρώπῳ)], you will believe me still less. This is as I say, gentlemen, but it is not easy to convince you.”