Are
you not ashamed of yourself, you who gaze upon riches with astonished
admiration? Look upon the Universe: you will see the gods quite bare of
property, and possessing nothing, though they give everything.
Do
you think that this man who has stripped himself of all fortuitous accessories
is a pauper, or one like to the immortal gods?
Do
you call Demetrius, Pompey's freedman, a happier man, he who was not ashamed to
be richer than Pompey, who was daily furnished with a list of the number of his
slaves, as a general is with that of his army, though he had long deserved that
all his riches should consist of a pair of underlings, and a roomier cell than
the other slaves?
If I look
at it from the perspective of Nature, and not merely of Fortune, it seems quite
ridiculous how we run about in a frenzy of acquisition, committing all of our
efforts to buying more things, to increasing our reputation, to winning power
over the lives of others. We think we are like gods when we possess more of
what surrounds us.
Yet there
is nothing divine about that at all. Whatever approaches to godliness will grow
in the perfection of its own being, not through anything external. It becomes
complete within itself, thrives from its self-sufficiency, builds a mastery
over its own actions, and strives to depends upon nothing else. This is divine
strength.
What we
are accustomed to calling strength is actually a form of weakness, a reliance
upon the worth of everything except itself. It takes on the form of a sickly
dependence, even an addiction.
My
property may be great, my house may be luxurious, my friends may be numerous,
but that really says nothing about me. I am who I shape myself to be, within my
own soul, and these things do not add or subtract anything to or from my
character. Such things have the good of their own natures, not to be confused
with the good of my own nature.
Can I
make use of them, either by their presence or their absence? Yes, but they do
not inform me—I inform them. To require more is to become less, and to require
less is to become more. I should not be so quick to assume that the man who has
nothing to his name is a failure; perhaps he has come to own himself. Maybe I
am confusing what it really means to be rich or poor.
What made
Pompey great? He commanded armies, won countless battles, built up power over
the state, acquired tremendous wealth, and plotted and schemed with the other
movers and shakers. He was consul three times, entered Rome in triumph three
times, and was assassinated by those who feared him. Were those the things that
made him great?
I find
myself much more impressed by Demetrius, who had access to so much, but was
satisfied with so very little.
Written in 9/2011
IMAGE: Gabriel de Saint-Aubin, The Triumph of Pompey (1765)
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