The Death of Marcus Aurelius

The Death of Marcus Aurelius

Friday, November 2, 2018

Boethius, The Consolation 2.26


. . . “Further, the manners and customs of different races are so little in agreement, that what little it is to make his name known, because he takes pleasure in a glorious fame. So each man can only be content if his fame travels throughout his own countrymen, and the immortality of his name shall be bounded by the limits of one nation.

“But how many men, the most famous of their times, are wiped out by oblivion because no man has written of them! And yet what advantage is there in much that is written? For with their authors these writings are overwhelmed in the length and dimness of age. Yet when you think upon your fame in future ages, you seem to think that you are prolonging it to immortality. But if you think upon the unending length of eternity, what enjoyment do you find in the long endurance of your name?

“For though one moment bears but the least proportion to ten thousand years, yet there is a definite ratio, because both are limited spaces of time. But even ten thousand years, or the greatest number you will, cannot even be compared with eternity. For there will always be ratio between finite things, but between the finite and the infinite there can never be any comparison.

 “Wherefore, however long drawn out may be the life of your fame, it is not even small, but it is absolutely nothing when compared with eternity. You know not how to act rightly except for the breezes of popular opinion and for the sake of empty rumors; thus the excellence of conscience and of virtue is left behind, and you seek rewards from the tattle of other men.” . . .

—from Book 2, Prose 7

We become easily confused about right scale and proportion, so our judgments about value can become distorted. Smaller things are mistaken for bigger things, and lesser things for greater things. The shadow of a mouse can appear like a giant beast, or a bag of snacks can be filled mainly with air. If it is closer, it may seem more desirable, or more frightening, than if it is further away. Dress it up nicely on the outside, but it can still be rotten on the inside, even as bland packages sometimes reveal the greatest treasures.

Now I may think that the social values and fashions of my time and place are all there is, and if I can only live up to them, then I have done all that there is ever to do. Yet there are countless other times and places, all with different standards of glory. I may have arrived, as they say, right here and now, but I am a nothing and a nobody everywhere else.

Few things can help us to rouse ourselves from the slumber than considering the scale and proportion of time itself. In relationship to one another, there is a real difference between one and ten, and so accordingly I might think it better to be famous for a decade instead of just for a year.

Yet this is only because we are comparing finite quantities. Though one and ten are different from one another, each is still infinitely removed from eternity, and what once seemed so important becomes hardly important at all. Tens, hundreds, thousands, millions, and billions become insignificant if we see them in the face of infinite time, or of infinite space. Contrasted to what is absolute, my limited worries are as nothing.

When I was back in Boston, I would see hundred and hundreds of young professionals on the subway every morning, and then thousands and thousands more streaming into their office buildings once I got out of that little metal tube.

Now each was a human being, no better or worse than any other, but just consider the way they were all being played. If they worked enough hours, made the right connections, and impressed the best people, they were told they would be on top, the recipients of true wealth and glory.

Their lives were indeed special, but not for the reasons they were given. What is one suburban yuppie success story among all the other millions? There was very little individual difference between them, as they marched back and forth in their vast armies, and certainly a boundless difference between them and the power that charges all of Creation.

What a difference seeing the big picture can make!


Written in 9/2015

No comments:

Post a Comment