And
my heart laughed within.
—Marcus
Aurelius, Meditations, Book 11.31 (tr
Long)
I
believe Marcus Aurelius is here referring to a moment in Book 9 of Homer’s Odyssey, when Odysseus takes pleasure in
having outwitted Polyphemus the Cyclops. Odysseus had identified himself to his
captor as “Nobody”. When Polyphemus is stabbed in the eye, he cries out in
pain, and the other Cyclopes ask him what has happened. “Nobody did this to
me!” says Polyphemus, and his friends walk off, shaking their heads and
shrugging their shoulders. Odysseus is quietly content with his cleverness.
Again, I
don’t know why the Philosopher-Emperor jotted down this particular phrase,
though I hope I am perhaps in good company. I still have whole notebooks full
of quotes I read or heard here and there, and they spoke to me in some helpful way
at the time.
Two
things come to mind for me here. First, more generally, genuine happiness is
always to be found from the inside, and not from the outside. Having order in
my thoughts, commitment in my convictions, and peace in my feelings proceeds
from the content of my own character.
My
contentment never requires any grand outward displays, does not need to be
proven to anyone, and becomes no better if it is paraded about to be recognized
by others.
I notice
how many people assume that happiness is all about frantic and boisterous
expressions. By all means, let the effects of joy show themselves in my
demeanor, but let the causes remain, tranquil and calm, within my mind and
heart. Greatness does not need to be displayed.
Second,
more specific to the story, I wonder if Odysseus’ play with words can also have
something of a Stoic application. “Nobody, my friends, is killing me by
violence or treachery!” Indeed. Who can truly harm me? People may make all
sorts of attempts to do me wrong, but in the end only they can do wrong to
their own souls, and only I can do wrong to my own soul.
In the
end, nobody really hurts the inner me. I hurt myself. This follows from
the Stoic principle that virtue is the only true human good, and that all other
things are relative and indifferent.
How
often have I said that others have done me some awful injustice, and so I am
terribly wounded and scarred by their deeds? They may have done evil, though I
do myself a further evil by embracing my own failure to do good in return. They
may be masters of my circumstances, while I still rule my response to them. Don’t
blame people, do right by people.
Then my
heart can laugh within. Nobody else is ever my downfall.
Written in 7/2009
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