. . . Meanwhile I follow Nature, which
is a point upon which every one of the Stoic philosophers are agreed: true
wisdom consists in not departing from Nature and in molding our conduct
according to her laws and model.
A happy life, therefore, is one which
is in accordance with its own nature, and cannot be brought about unless in the
first place the mind be sound and remain so without interruption, and next, be
bold and vigorous, enduring all things with most admirable courage, suited to
the times in which it lives, careful of the body and its accessories, yet not
troublesomely careful.
It must also set due value upon all the
things which adorn our lives, without over-estimating any one of them, and must
be able to enjoy the bounty of Fortune without becoming her slave.
You understand without my mentioning it
that an unbroken calm and freedom ensue, when we have driven away all those
things which either excite us or alarm us: for in the place of sensual
pleasures and those slight perishable matters which are connected with the
basest crimes, we thus gain an immense, unchangeable, equable joy, together
with peace, calmness and greatness of mind, and kindliness: for all savagery is
a sign of weakness.
—Seneca
the Younger, On the happy life,
Chapter 3 (tr Stewart)
Now surely
this appeal to Nature seems to be the perfect cop-out. Whatever could that
possibly mean? We live in a time where metaphysics is about crystals and past
lives, where ethics is about the whims of social propriety, and where happiness
is just about feeling good about ourselves. Nature becomes an all-inclusive
term for whatever we happen to want at the moment.
The
Ancients in general, and the Stoics in particular, were far more specific in
this regard; they understood Nature not as a vague idea, but as a clearly
defined principle. Aristotle was never the most poetic of philosophers, but he
explained it as follows in Book II of the Physics:
Nature
is a source or cause of being moved and of being at rest, in
that to which it belongs primarily, in virtue of itself, and not
in virtue of another.
The
nature of anything is simply what it does according to its very identity. A
heavy thing, by nature, will fall, and a light thing, by nature, will rise. A
plant will grow, an animal will sense, and a man will think.
There is
no deep mystery here, no obscurity, and no speaking in tongues. Ask yourself
what it means to be a human being, and then consider what such a being does to
complete itself. A man is composed of matter, as all sensible things are. He
has a principle of nutrition, growth, and reproduction, as all living things
do. Finally, he has a mind and the power of free choice, which allow him to
understand his world and his own actions, and to determine his actions for himself.
Now that which is more complete is greater than what which is less complete,
and it is more complete for anything to rule itself than to be ruled.
No
hemming and hawing is required. It is immediately clear that a man is not the
sum of his accidents, but rather the fulfillment of his essence. I was never
put on this Earth to be determined by what is outside of myself, but to
determine, by my own judgment, how I will make something of myself.
However
much I feel pleasure or pain, that is not the life of a man, but the life of a
beast.
However
much I possess or do not possess, that is not the life of a man, but the life of
an accountant’s ledger.
However
much I am loved or despised, that is not the life of a man, but the life of an
opinion poll.
Yet once
I possess a clear understanding of the good inherent in all things, and I have
acted with that knowledge, I am now a man. My humanity is intact.
This
requires a willingness to see things as they are in themselves, and not as I
would want them to be. It requires a willingness to act for the sake of both
myself and others, not for my sake at the expense of others. It requires seeing
my own nature as part of all things, of all of Nature, and not seeing myself as
being above all things.
The
soundness of my mind is wisdom. The soundness of my choices is courage. The
soundness of my passions is temperance. The soundness of my respect for others
is justice.
Happiness
is not the pleasure that comes from conquest or gratification, but the joy that
proceeds from thinking and acting with Nature, and never acting against it.
That is freedom, that is contentment, and that is peace.
I am
not, by my own nature, a savage beast, but a person, one whose very nature
tells him how he must live. I must choose to consider all of Fortune rightly,
and never allow Fortune to rule me.
Written in 10/1999
Image: Maarten van Heemskerck, Allegory of Nature (1567)
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