Pyrrho was an ancient Greek philosopher in the 300s-200s B.C. and the father of modern skepticism. He claimed that it was impossible to know whether anything your senses gave you was actually real, and from that it was impossible to know morality. Nothing really exists; human convention guides society, but no action or object is more important than anything else. He lived his philosophy to the extreme, i.e. he would just walk wherever the fuck he wanted regardless of circumstance. He's about to step in front of a carriage? That carriage does not weigh more than his action of strolling down the road, so he'll keep going. He's about to fall off the side of a cliff? That cliff is nonexistent and that's not going to stop him. Diogenes Laertius, a biographer in the 200s B.C., writes that Pyrrho's friends followed him wherever he went to prevent him from dying. When one of them fell into a mud pit, Pyrrho kept on going because to help him would be a moral judgment.

I derive two things from this: Either this entire story is completely wrong, or people in ancient Greece were really fucking loyal. I love you guys, but if one day you said this world doesn't really exist and just started wandering into traffic or falling into train tracks because nothing is real, I would stop helping you after a while and just commit you into a mental facility. Don't these people have anything better to do with their lives? After day ten, doesn't this become tedious?