Building upon many years of privately shared thoughts on the real benefits of Stoic Philosophy, Liam Milburn eventually published a selection of Stoic passages that had helped him to live well. They were accompanied by some of his own personal reflections. This blog hopes to continue his mission of encouraging the wisdom of Stoicism in the exercise of everyday life. All the reflections are taken from his notes, from late 1992 to early 2017.
The Death of Marcus Aurelius
Thursday, June 30, 2022
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
Ellis Walker, Epictetus in Poetical Paraphrase 29
In their kind thoughts, you move beyond your sphere
And look abroad, respect and praise to gain,
And the poor outward trifle call'd a name;
You lose the character you wish to bear,
You lose your station of philosopher.
Let it suffice that such yourself you know,
No matter whether other men think so:
Let it be to yourself, if wise you'd seem;
And 'tis enough, you gain your own esteem.
Tuesday, June 28, 2022
Stoic Snippets 150
Epictetus, Discourses 1.23.2
Of course if you are going to live among men as if they were flies, what is to prevent you? But Epicurus, as though he did not know what natural affection is, says “Let us not bring up children.”
If a sheep does not abandon its offspring, nor a wolf, does a man abandon his? What would you have us do? Would you have us foolish as sheep? Even they do not abandon their young. Would you have us savage as wolves? Even they do not abandon theirs.
No, who takes your advice when he sees his child fallen on the ground and crying? Why, I think that if your father and mother had foreseen that you were going to talk thus, even then they would not have cast you away from them.
—from Epictetus, Discourses 1.23
I have seen more than enough of the way posers and scoundrels are drawn to positions of authority, and so I am sympathetic to those who are wary of getting involved in anything political. If you tell me you are running for Congress, or even if you throw in your hat to be promoted to academic dean, I can’t help but wonder if you are one the very many who has been tricked down the road of wickedness.
Still, it is also possible that you are one the very few who possesses incredible courage, and I think it important to remember that the Stoic does not reject any path of life simply on the grounds that it will be unpleasant or unnerving. If I can manage to do right by it, it can always be a correct path to choose.
I look to Seneca, who regularly bemoaned the frustrations of politics, and yet he still devoted his entire life to public service. You tell me he failed because he couldn’t fix Nero’s vices? Only Nero could have fixed himself, while Seneca succeeded on account of his own integrity, regardless of how others treated him.
I once complained to my uncle about how I disliked the smell of a cow pasture. “It’s your nose that’s the problem,” he said, “not the shit.”
So it is with most anything I must face, since my attitude cannot be reduced to the circumstances. I should never treat a man as if he were simply a fly, though I am well advised to consider his annoyances as if they were no more than those of a fly.
Feelings can only lead to meaning and purpose when they are rightly understood, and I suspect this is one of the critical points regarding the contrast between Epicureanism and Stoicism. If I avoid politics only from an aversion to jarring my emotions, that is hardly a decent excuse.
I commit a far greater sin by following the same model when it comes to my family. As soon as I separate my satisfaction from an awareness of my natural responsibilities, I have sacrificed my very humanity for an illusion of serenity.
The urge to raise children is not in conflict with the happy life, but rather a very expression of a happy life. Not all will necessarily find themselves in the setting to do so, and yet none should think that it is an obstacle to joy.
There is a perfectly good reason why every decent man, even the confirmed bachelor, feels so deeply drawn to the welfare of a child, and it boils down to the fact that his wisdom has taught him to love. When he knows who he truly is, he also knows that he is made to give of himself, especially to those who are just beginning their human journey.
The sheep and the wolf are working from instinct alone, and while a man adds to this his reason and will, they in no way diminish the aim of the instinct—indeed, they ought to magnify it. I am obviously free to judge and to choose as I wish, though let me not thereby become far more foolish than any sheep or far more savage than any wolf.
Epictetus always says it just like it is, and he doesn’t pull any punches. I deserve a swift reprimand if I go about denying compassion to helpless children, when only the compassion of my own parents made it possible for me to turn myself into such a thoughtless and heartless savage. Even if they had known of my pathetic fate, they would still have loved me and cared for me without condition.
—Reflection written in 3/2001
Monday, June 27, 2022
Dhammapada 221
Chuang Tzu 2.8
Epictetus, Discourses 1.23.1
Epicurus understands as well as we do that we are by nature social beings, but having once placed our good not in the spirit but in the husk which contains it, he cannot say anything different.
On the other hand, he firmly grasps the principle that one must not admire nor accept anything which is severed from the nature of the good: and he is quite right.
How can we be social beings, if, as you say, we have no natural affection for our offspring? Why do you advise the wise man not to bring up children? Why are you afraid that they may bring him into troubles?
Does the mouse he rears indoors cause him trouble? What does he care then, if a tiny mouse begins crying in his house? But he knows that if once a child is born, it will not be in our power not to love it nor care for it.
—from Epictetus, Discourses 1.23
For the few students who are still exposed to ancient philosophy, their experience is usually limited to a hasty contrast between Plato and Aristotle, stressing all the differences instead of seeking out a complementarity.
Almost completely ignored is the wider range of Greek and Roman thought, including the Cynics, the Stoics, the Skeptics, and the Epicureans. This is unfortunate, as both the breadth and the depth of the human condition are best revealed by examining the full spectrum of historical expression.
The Stoics, for example, stood in a sort of opposition to the Epicureans, even as they also sought to find some common ground, especially regarding the critical importance of a temperate life. For all that could be shared, however, they diverged on an understanding of first principles, and their disagreements can help us to better reason about our own assumptions.
Though it surely requires further elaboration, I at least begin with my own general summary of their views:
For the Stoic, the greatest human good is the pursuit of virtue and the avoidance of vice, in a Universe ruled by Providence.
For the Epicurean, the greatest human good is the pursuit of pleasure and the avoidance of pain, in a Universe ruled by the swerving of atoms.
It would do us all a world of good to consider such foundations to our thinking, instead of merely taking them for granted. In the current fashion, most of us would discover how we are implicitly working from Epicurean premises, though we then twist them into a base hedonism the Epicurean would find truly frightening.
In this brief chapter, however, Epictetus confines himself to a single aspect of the division. To what extent are we called to be social animals, to encourage affection and cooperation with our fellow humans?
Now it might at first seem that the Stoics, with their stress on self-reliance, would think poorly of family bonds or political engagements, while the Epicureans, with their stress on achieving the satisfaction of desires, would support relationships of utility, and yet quite the reverse ends up being true.
The Stoics constantly appeal to our communal nature, since we are made as parts of a whole, while the Epicureans are deeply apprehensive about family and the public square, since they too easily serve as unnecessary distractions from a balanced contentment.
Epictetus observes how Epicurus must admit that our physical nature makes social interactions unavoidable, and yet wonders why he simultaneously looks down on them as a nuisance. In particular, Epictetus challenges Epicurus on his rejection of marriage and children.
Is a child really such a burden? Must the philosopher cast aside his natural instinct to give the gift of life in order to find his own happiness? I regularly come across similar claims regarding children as hardships, though all the media grandstanding and bickering on the matter is pointless without first isolating the source of the human good.
Perhaps the Epicurean wishes to avoid a certain circumstance because it interferes with his peace of mind, but the Stoic considers any circumstance as an opportunity for his peace of mind.
I suggest that one reason for this variance is from whether we find happiness in how we come to feel or in how we choose to act. When life presents challenges, is it best to hide them away or to joyfully embrace them?
The good man is not driven to despair by such a little thing as the squeaking of a mouse, nor, when it comes to the much bigger things, will he deny his love to his offspring. The consistent ethic here is one of treating all the situations we face with the same commitment to justice, of being completely pledged to service over gratification.
Sunday, June 26, 2022
Saturday, June 25, 2022
Wisdom from the Bhagavad Gita 48
Seneca, Moral Letters 27.5
Epicurus has this saying in various ways and contexts; but it can never be repeated too often, since it can never be learned too well.
For some persons the remedy should be merely prescribed; in the case of others, it should be forced down their throats. Farewell.
—from Seneca, Moral Letters 27
Very many will tell you that you must be rich in order to be happy, and a very few will even tell you that you must be poor in order to be happy, but the Stoic, like the follower of any Wisdom Tradition, knows how happiness is in the quality of the attitude, not in the quantity of the things.
The attention ought to be directed toward working in harmony with Nature, such that the good life for a rational animal will be fulfilled in the exercise of the virtues.
All other circumstances, which are in themselves neither good nor bad for us, take on a meaning that is relative to the measure of character, and so are never to be pursued or avoided for their own sake.
What are the minimum external conditions for attaining peace of mind? How much property, status, or comfort are “required” to find contentment? However much I might prefer to object, I always find that I need far, far less than I initially assumed.
Indeed, if I am totally honest with myself, I recognize why any old opportunity will do just fine, as long as I am focused on becoming a good man instead of a fat man.
When push comes to shove, there are no losing situations, only losing mindsets. To build up my own moral autonomy, I am well advised to avoid a reliance on convenience and luxury, and to commit rather to the strength of my principles.
Let me not confuse the greed of the wanting with the responsibility of the needing.
Thus, an openness to poverty in the body is a sign of a zeal to be wealthy in the spirit. My fundamental values are revealed by where I assign a man’s credit—do I praise him for owning his own business, or do I revere him for acting with decency and kindness? The one came to him, the other came from him.
Yes, I must remind myself of this every day, perhaps multiple times every day, because it isn’t just an important thing, it is the most important thing.
Take careful note of where a man exerts his efforts, and you then uncover his priorities. You now know if you can trust him, or if you should best keep him at arm’s length.
I am always wary of forcing anyone to do anything, though I also know that Nature works in its own mysterious ways.
Seneca is understandably irked by the weakness of a Sabinus or a Satellius, brutally aware of how such charlatans could use a good thrashing to knock some sense back into them. Yet he need not take that job on for himself, as Providence inevitably sets things right, whether with a gentle touch or with a heavy hand.
Friday, June 24, 2022
Wisdom from the Early Cynics, Diogenes 8
Wisdom from the Early Stoics, Zeno of Citium 48
Thursday, June 23, 2022
Sayings of Ramakrishna 161
Seneca, Moral Letters 27.4
Sabinus remarked that each slave cost him one hundred thousand sesterces; Satellius replied: "You might have bought as many bookcases for a smaller sum." But Sabinus held to the opinion that what any member of his household knew, he himself knew also.
This same Satellius began to advise Sabinus to take wrestling lessons—sickly, pale, and thin as he was, Sabinus answered: "How can I? I can scarcely stay alive now."
"Don't say that, I implore you," replied the other, "consider how many perfectly healthy slaves you have!"
No man is able to borrow or buy a sound mind; in fact, as it seems to me, even though sound minds were for sale, they would not find buyers. Depraved minds, however, are bought and sold every day.
—from Seneca, Moral Letters 27
In every walk of life, we will find the self-important men, who define themselves by their trappings of property, and yet these are the least of men, because they have surrendered the power to be their own masters.
In every walk of life, we will also find the flatterers, who have decided that the way forward is to win the approval of those self-important men, in the hopes of one day becoming just as bloated and dependent as their idols.
The feed off each other, where the first thinks he owns the second and the second is driven to acquire the status of the first, for both have sadly forgotten how they could thrive on their own merits.
For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul?
There is an odd contradiction within every covetous man, where he will do almost anything to increase his standing with the rich and powerful, though he simultaneously harbors a deep resentment against his chosen overlords. He browns his nose at one moment, and then he spits venom once the boss turns his back.
Could it be that he knows full well how he is slowly but surely transforming into the very monster he despises? Does Satellius snipe and quip as a defense mechanism to avoid gazing into his own emptiness?
I do know that whenever I succumb to such bitterness and cynicism, it is always brought on by my own weakness of character, never by what another has forced upon me. He may be incredibly wicked in his ways, but I am the one who has firmly resolved to lick his boots.
Do I somehow think I can have it both ways? I can equivocate all I like in theory, and then I am faced with the crystal-clear difference in practice. No, I can either cling to the virtues, and so be willing to take or leave the riches, or I can cling to the riches, and then I must be willing to compromise the virtues. Which comes first?
No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon.
An abiding good within me only arises from holding to the truth of my conscience, and it should never be bought or sold for any other commodity. As often as I see people trading convictions for trinkets, I am not obliged to follow suit.
—Reflection written in 10/2012
IMAGE: Pieter Bruegel the Younger, Man with the Moneybag and Flatterers (c. 1592)
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
Stoic Snippets 149
Tuesday, June 21, 2022
Dhammapada 219, 220
Seneca, Moral Letters 27.3
When will it be your lot to attain this joy? Thus far, you have indeed not been sluggish, but you must quicken your pace. Much toil remains; to confront it, you must yourself lavish all your waking hours, and all your efforts, if you wish the result to be accomplished. This matter cannot be delegated to someone else. The other kind of literary activity admits of outside assistance.
Within our own time there was a certain rich man named Calvisius Sabinus; he had the bank account and the brains of a freedman. I never saw a man whose good fortune was a greater offense against propriety. His memory was so faulty that he would sometimes forget the name of Ulysses, or Achilles, or Priam—names which we know as well as we know those of our own attendants.
No majordomo in his dotage, who cannot give men their right names, but is compelled to invent names for them—no such man, I say, calls off the names of his master's tribesmen so atrociously as Sabinus used to call off the Trojan and Achaean heroes.
But none the less did he desire to appear learned. So he devised this short cut to learning: he paid fabulous prices for slaves—one to know Homer by heart and another to know Hesiod; he also delegated a special slave to each of the nine lyric poets.
You need not wonder that he paid high prices for these slaves; if he did not find them ready to hand he had them made to order. After collecting this retinue, he began to make life miserable for his guests; he would keep these fellows at the foot of his couch, and ask them from time to time for verses which he might repeat, and then frequently break down in the middle of a word.
—from Seneca, Moral Letters 27
I can turn to someone else when I want help in understanding the complexities or the references in a book, but I cannot count on another to do my own thinking for me.
I imagine I would never have passed my Doctoral comprehensive exams without leaning heavily on Copleston’s History of Philosophy, and yet Copleston could never “make” me a philosopher at all—if that was ever going to happen, I would have to take total charge of my judgments and stop acting as if footnotes have any real authority.
It is good for us to work together, and yet it is so easy to cross that dangerous line into letting the work of life be outsourced. Stop passing the buck.
Wherever possible, and to the greatest degree within my power, let me be my own man. Why expect to be waited on hand and foot when I can do it for myself?
It may be pleasant to pay someone else to feed me, though it is most fulfilling for me to prepare my own meals. It may be convenient to buy a shiny new car, though I show far greater self-reliance by walking on my own two feet. It may be grand to have an entourage, though the true glory is in serving instead of being served.
I do not believe in stomping my feet and waving my fists about sweeping social issues, because I am convinced that all the big problems are really resolved by addressing the small problems, working from the bottom up instead of from the top down.
If I want a more just society, I ought to begin by practicing justice in my everyday affairs, especially in those areas where there is the most filth and grime.
Given the peculiarities of human nature, it’s the only way to go. Improve yourself and resist the temptation to play the lord and master over others. If just a few more of us did this, the effects would be earth-shattering.
The first time I read this letter, I must admit that I glossed over the references to Sabinus. This was a mistake, since I must face men like him most every day, and I always run the serious risk of becoming the same sort of intellectually lazy oaf.
The bigwigs and the wheeler-dealers not only employ others to bring them coffee and do the dirty work, but they also hand down deeply important decisions to their peons. Have you noticed how they take the credit from you when you make them a profit, and they fire you when you take the slightest misstep?
The academic version is the most pitiful, where the Distinguished Professors have the Research Fellows do the legwork, and then they wallow in the praise. It is much like a politician who reads from a teleprompter, having been handed the clever quip by a groveling aide.
As much as you might think I am telling you a tall tale, I was once actually approached by a spoiled brat in college to provide him with a set of profoundly romantic phrases from classical literature. He was trying, in his own words, to get a girl “in the sack” who happened to be a bookworm. He offered me $100 for my efforts.