Epictetus was saying that human beings
were born to be faithful to one another;
denying this is denying our humanity. Just
then a scholar, who was found guilty of
adultery, happened to walk into the room.
Epictetus continued: If we abandon this natural
faithfulness and have designs on our neighbor’s wife,
what are we really doing? We are ruining and
destroying. But whom? The man of trust, principle, and
piety. That’s not at all. Aren’t we also destroying
neighborliness, friendship, and community? What
position are we putting ourselves in? How am I
supposed to treat you now? A neighbor? A friend?
What sort of friend? As a citizen? But how can I trust
you?
If you were a cracked pot that cannot be used any
more, I would throw you into the garbage. No one
would bother to pick you up. But what are we to do
with a human who cannot assume a basic human role? If
you cannot be a friend, can you at least be a servant?
Who would trust you, even in that role? So, like the
cracked pot, would you like to be tossed on a dunghill?