" Juba made a scoffing sound in his throat, and I urged my horse to trot ahead of his. Which one of us was right? Was it better to stoically accept what the Fates handed you? Or to push back, to use the emotional energy that the Stoics strived so hard to control, to shape your own fate, like Alexander? When did acceptance become acquiescence to an intolerable situation? Should I follow Mother’s lead and fight until the end, controlling even my own death? Or should I be more like Juba, creating a safe little life in the shadow of that which ultimately sought to oppress or destroy me? "

― Vicky Alvear Shecter , Cleopatra's Moon