The Death of Marcus Aurelius

The Death of Marcus Aurelius

Thursday, February 15, 2024

Seneca, Moral Letters 65.8


To return to our subject; this freedom will be greatly helped by the contemplation of which we were just speaking. 

All things are made up of matter and of God; God controls matter, which encompasses him and follows him as its guide and leader. And that which creates, in other words, God, is more powerful and precious than matter, which is acted upon by God.
 
God's place in the Universe corresponds to the soul's relation to man. World-matter corresponds to our mortal body; therefore, let the lower serve the higher. 
 
Let us be brave in the face of hazards. Let us not fear wrongs, or wounds, or bonds, or poverty. 
 
And what is death? It is either the end, or a process of change. I have no fear of ceasing to exist; it is the same as not having begun. Nor do I shrink from changing into another state, because I shall, under no conditions, be as cramped as I am now. Farewell. 

—from Seneca, Moral Letters 65 

If I want to be happy, then I should first understand something of what this means. If I have a hunch that such happiness demands freedom, then I should learn more about when to bind and when to lose. If I want to find my proper place in this wide world, then I should get a sense for the lay of the land. Why am I hacking away at the limbs, when I need to get to the roots? 
 
Far from being a shameful extravagance, a reflection on who I am, why I am here, and where I am going is an absolute necessity of life. Without it I will be completely adrift, and no amount of tinkering with the nuts and bolts will make a spot of difference. 
 
And for the job to be done thoroughly, it ought to offer the fullest account possible, where the effect is bound to the cause, and the proximate is perceived within the context of the ultimate. 
 
While bullies and snake oil salesmen might pay their lip service to God, we know quite well how they are only thinking of themselves. No, if we are completely honest with ourselves, we realize we are uncomfortable with the very concept of God precisely because it requires us to cease believing we are the center of everything. If we continue to find fault with the Absolute, we still aren’t thinking big enough. 
 
All creatures are formed by Being, and all purpose is driven by Mind. To approach the Divine, however weakly and imperfectly, is finally to be looking at the grand scheme of things. 
 
Going to the source is always the best bet, which is why any philosopher who puts his money where his mouth is must become a seeker of God, whatever words he may use to describe that greatest Measure. They way my body is made to be in service to my soul is but a faint mirroring of how all creatures are in service to their Creator. 
 
Such an awareness, in turn, will strengthen my commitment to a good life. What can hardship, or deprivation, or even death itself do to me, when I know what it is really about? 

—Reflection written in 7/2013 

IMAGE: Jan Bruegel the Younger, God Creating the Sun, the Moon, and the Stars (c. 1650) 



Wednesday, February 14, 2024

Man's Search for Meaning 6


Escorted by SS guards with loaded guns, we were made to run from the station, past electrically charged barbed wire, through the camp, to the cleansing station; for those of us who had passed the first selection, this was a real bath. 

Again our illusion of reprieve found confirmation. The SS men seemed almost charming. Soon we found out their reason. They were nice to us as long as they saw watches on our wrists and could persuade us in well-meaning tones to hand them over. Would we not have to hand over all our possessions anyway, and why should not that relatively nice person have the watch? Maybe one day he would do one a good turn. 

We waited in a shed which seemed to be the anteroom to the disinfecting chamber. SS men appeared and spread out blankets into which we had to throw all our possessions, all our watches and jewellery. 

There were still naive prisoners among us who asked, to the amusement of the more seasoned ones who were there as helpers, if they could not keep a wedding ring, a medal, or a good luck piece. No one could yet grasp the fact that everything would be taken away. 

I tried to take one of the old prisoners into my confidence. Approaching him furtively, I pointed to the roll of paper in the inner pocket of my coat and said, "Look, this is the manuscript of a scientific book. I know what you will say; that I should be grateful to escape with my life, that that should be all I can expect of fate. But I cannot help myself. I must keep this manuscript at all costs; it contains my life's work. Do you understand that?" 

Yes, he was beginning to understand. A grin spread slowly over his face, first piteous, then more amused, mocking, insulting, until he bellowed one word at me in answer to my question, a word that was ever-present in the vocabulary of the camp inmates: "Shit!" 

At that moment I saw the plain truth and did what marked the culminating point of the first phase of my psychological reaction: I struck out my whole former life. 

—from Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning 

Sayings of Ramakrishna 235


A tree, laden with fruit, always bends low. 

So, if you want to be great, be low and meek. 

IMAGE: Gerard van Honthorst, A Child Picking Fruit (c. 1632) 



Seneca, Moral Letters 65.7


No, I am above such an existence; I was born to a greater destiny than to be a mere chattel of my body, and I regard this body as nothing but a chain which manacles my freedom. 
 
Therefore, I offer it as a sort of buffer to fortune, and shall allow no wound to penetrate through to my soul. For my body is the only part of me which can suffer injury. In this dwelling, which is exposed to peril, my soul lives free.
 
Never shall this flesh drive me to feel fear, or to assume any pretense that is unworthy of a good man. Never shall I lie in order to honor this petty body. 
 
When it seems proper, I shall sever my connection with it. And at present, while we are bound together, our alliance shall nevertheless not be one of equality; the soul shall bring all quarrels before its own tribunal. To despise our bodies is sure freedom. 

—from Seneca, Moral Letters 65 
 
I do not subscribe to any sort of Manichean dualism, where the body is considered an evil, or the spirit and the flesh must constantly be at war. It not only fractures the unity of existence, but it is also a cheap excuse for casting blame on things, when I should really be attending to the quality of my own thoughts. 
 
Nevertheless, I have found that almost every difficulty I have faced is accompanied by my own confusion between the superior and the inferior, by which I attach too much value to the exterior, and not enough value to the interior. I have focused on the lower aspects of my nature, at the expense of my higher powers, and still I am surprised when I find myself enslaved to my circumstances. 
 
When I look at this particular translation, I remember to think of “despising” without any connotation of malice, but only as a recognition of how insignificant the demands of my body are in contrast to the fulfillment of my soul. Becoming indifferent to my flights of fancy is made possible by focusing on the dignity of my character. 
 
The flesh will feel pain, sometimes so intensely that I don’t think I can bear it, and yet it is precisely my commitment to wisdom and virtue that permits me to rise above such hardships. The spirit does not have to suffer, as long as I have my priorities in order, and as long as I cherish what is divine within me. There need be no conflict when the harmony is duly honored. 
 
Like a trusty and well-worn coat, the body is meant to take a beating from the elements, while keeping me safe and warm on the inside. I will be glad to let it be battered and torn, as long as it is in service to the health of my soul. Once I forget this, however, I will be afraid to go out in the rain or the snow, for fear that I may ruin the precious fabric. 
 
Leaving the body in its rightful place, I possess liberty. Allowing it to boss me about will bind me in chains. It troubles me precisely because I fail to respect the proper order of causes. 

—Reflection written in 7/2013 

IMAGE: Theodore Major, Man in a Storm (c. 1950) 



Tuesday, February 13, 2024

Stoic Snippets 228


Inquire of yourself, as soon as you wake from sleep, whether it will make any difference to you if another does what is just and right. 

It will make no difference. 

You have not forgotten, I suppose, that those who assume arrogant airs in bestowing their praise or blame on others are such as they are at bed and at board, and you have not forgotten what they do, and what they avoid, and what they pursue, and how they steal and how they rob, not with hands and feet, but with their most valuable part, by means of which there is produced, when a man chooses, fidelity, modesty, truth, law, a good spirit? 

—Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 10.13 

IMAGE: John William Waterhouse, Vanity (1910) 



Howard Jones, Dream into Action 9


In the 1980's, most young people, especially those who had a special attachment to more "alternative" music, would still think in terms of the "album" format. If you liked an artist enough and had the cash at hand to buy a new LP, it was therefore quite common for your friends to ask you to play it for them, or even (gasp!) to copy it onto a cassette. 

Unsurprisingly, I became known as the local "HoJo guy", and when Dream into Action first appeared, I was briefly popular because I had a copy of the record. If I placed it on a turntable, a small group might gather to hear what all the fuss was about. 

Some would wander off after the first few tracks, though a good number were curious enough to listen to songs they would likely never get to hear on the radio. Yet interestingly enough, as soon as we got to "Elegy", I can recall only one person who didn't make his excuses. Though I sadly didn't appreciate it at the time, it turned out that he was one of the most thoughtful and compassionate friends I would ever have. 

Now what was is it about this particular song that was unappealing to them? It is rather slow, mind you, and there is not a beat in sight. Is the cello too artsy, perhaps? If I pressed the point, I was told it was too "depressing", which is odd, given how the purpose of the song is to combat melancholy, and that most of the "New Wave" music my peers liked was usually quite dark and somber. 

I can only wonder if the lyrics had a way of making people feel uncomfortable; I know they certainly put me on the spot, helping me to recognize how easily I get caught up in pseudo-romantic self-pity. It's one thing for me wallow in it, an odd sort of comfort that comes from finding nobility in suffering, but what challenged me was the demand, loving yet firm, to just get over myself. Life is meant to be good, and all the artificial divisions need not get in the way of finding purpose and joy. 

Depeche Mode, or the Smiths, or Killing Joke also spoke of misery, though they didn't really offer you the option of finding some peace of mind through all the hardships, now did they? Once again, I am grateful to Mr. Jones for pointing to all that is true, good, and beautiful in our shared human condition. It's no surprise the critics didn't like him. 

—5/2007 

A few words of commentary from Howard Jones: 


And the song itself: 


Howard Jones, "Elegy" from Dream into Action (1985) 

Please don't look at me this way 
I am from the same seed as you 
Take me back to the womb 
I am weary of this life 

Don't believe in my eyes 
Don't believe in my mind 
Don't believe in right or wrong 
Don't believe in cruel and kind 

But all this talk is only poetry 
Only as true as we would believe 
We must live to fight the negative 
Not to court the self in defeat oh oh oh oh
In defeat oh oh oh oh 

Oh the pain of life is sweet 
Is it wrong to long for death? 
Must I cling to the thrills of life? 
Ash to ash and dust to dust 

But all this talk is only poetry 
Only as true as we would believe 
We must live to fight the negative 
Not to court the self in defeat oh oh oh oh 
In defeat oh oh oh oh 

You have looked at me this way 
We are all from the same seed 
Take us forward through the tomb 
There's no finish to a life 



Monday, February 12, 2024

Stobaeus on Stoic Ethics 6


They say, then, that these virtues just listed are perfect in our lives and consist of theorems; but others supervene on them, which are no longer crafts but rather certain capabilities that come as a result of practice, for example, health of the soul and its soundness and strength and beauty. 

For just as the health of the body is a good blend of the hot and cold and wet and dry elements in the body, so too the health of the soul is a good blend of the beliefs in the soul. 

And similarly, just as strength of the body is a sufficient tension in the sinews, so too the strength of the soul is a sufficient tension in judging and acting and in not doing so. 

And just as beauty of the body is a symmetry of its limbs constituted with respect to each other and to the whole, so too the beauty of the soul is a symmetry of reason and its parts with respect to the whole of it and to each other. 

IMAGE:Leonardo da Vinci, Vitruvian Man (c. 1492) 



Dhammapada 363


The Bhikshu who controls his mouth, who speaks wisely and calmly, who teaches the meaning and the law, his word is sweet. 



Seneca, Moral Letters 65.6


The wise man, the seeker after wisdom, is bound closely, indeed, to his body, but he is an absentee so far as his better self is concerned, and he concentrates his thoughts upon lofty things. Bound, so to speak, to his oath of allegiance, he regards the period of life as his term of service. He is so trained that he neither loves nor hates life; he endures a mortal lot, although he knows that an ampler lot is in store for him.
 
Do you forbid me to contemplate the Universe? Do you compel me to withdraw from the whole and restrict me to a part? May I not ask what are the beginnings of all things, who molded the Universe, who took the confused and conglomerate mass of sluggish matter, and separated it into its parts? 
 
May I not inquire who is the Master-Builder of this Universe, how the mighty bulk was brought under the control of law and order, who gathered together the scattered atoms, who separated the disordered elements and assigned an outward form to elements that lay in one vast shapelessness? Or whence came all the expanse of light? And whether is it fire, or something even brighter than fire? 
 
Am I not to ask these questions? Must I be ignorant of the heights whence I have descended? Whether I am to see this world but once, or to be born many times? What is my destination afterwards? What abode awaits my soul on its release from the laws of slavery among men? Do you forbid me to have a share in heaven? In other words, do you bid me live with my head bowed down? 

—from Seneca, Moral Letters 65 
 
For creatures gifted with reason, we may seem remarkably inept at making sense of ourselves and our world. We become fixated with the proximate, while ignoring the ultimate. We twist our thoughts to suit our passions, instead of guiding our feelings in the service of what we know to be true and good. 
 
Yet, upon further reflection, this should hardly come as a surprise at all, for with the power of judgement also comes the capacity for free will, and with choice there is always the opportunity both to embrace and to reject. For every one way to judge rightly, there are so many more ways to judge wrongly. The option of failure is as likely, if not far more so, that the prospect of success. 
 
For all of our troubles, however, the reward will far outweigh the risk. I am guaranteed to fall short when I do not fully comprehend the scale of what is at stake, and when I do not immediately appreciate how attaining peace of mind is the wellspring of all other contentment. I will continue to grapple with worldly nuisances only as long as I do not recognize my higher self. 
 
Will they laugh at you, or even try to block your way, if you wish to contemplate the whole of Creation, or get to know something more of the Maker, or inquire into the beauty of the design that imparts meaning and purpose? Yes, there are certain kinds of people who demand that you just keep your face in the dirt, but, as is often said, they are not the boss of you; they cannot stop you from elevating your mind to marvel at the glory of the bigger picture. 
 
There is no need to hate the body, only to judge it as relative to the absolute measure of Nature, which is the work of Providence. Once some progress is made in this direction, it is remarkable how insignificant the old attachments begin to appear. 
 
In this sense, the philosopher is something like an astronomer, always seeking out the stunning patterns in what lies above and beyond. By learning more about the totality, he also learns more about himself. 

—Reflection written in 7/2013 



Sunday, February 11, 2024

Friday, February 9, 2024

The Wisdom of Solomon 19:18-22


[18] For the elements changed places with one another,
as on a harp the notes vary the nature of the rhythm,
while each note remains the same. 
This may be clearly inferred from the sight of what took place. 
[19] For land animals were transformed into water creatures,
and creatures that swim moved over to the land. 
[20] Fire even in water retained its normal power,
and water forgot its fire-quenching nature. 
[21] Flames, on the contrary, failed to consume
the flesh of perishable creatures that walked among them,
nor did they melt the crystalline, easily melted
kind of heavenly food. 

[22] For in everything, O Lord, you have exalted
and glorified your people; 
and you have not neglected to help them at
all times and in all places. 


IMAGE: Emanuel Kratky, God Creating the Elements (c. 1880) 



Sayings of Publilius Syrus 137


Reflect on everything you hear, but believe only on proof. 



Seneca, Moral Letters 65.5


Either give your opinion, or, as is easier in cases of this kind, declare that the matter is not clear and call for another hearing. 
 
But you will reply: "What pleasure do you get from wasting your time on these problems, which relieve you of none of your emotions, rout none of your desires?" 
 
So far as I am concerned, I treat and discuss them as matters which contribute greatly toward calming the spirit, and I search myself first, and then the world about me.
 
And not even now am I, as you think, wasting my time. For all these questions, provided that they be not chopped up and torn apart into such unprofitable refinements, elevate and lighten the soul, which is weighted down by a heavy burden and desires to be freed and to return to the elements of which it was once a part. 
 
For this body of ours is a weight upon the soul and its penance; as the load presses down the soul is crushed and is in bondage, unless philosophy has come to its assistance and has bid it take fresh courage by contemplating the Universe, and has turned it from things earthly to things divine. There it has its liberty, there it can roam abroad; meantime it escapes the custody in which it is bound, and renews its life in heaven. 
 
Just as skilled workmen, who have been engaged upon some delicate piece of work which wearies their eyes with straining, if the light which they have is niggardly or uncertain, go forth into the open air and in some park devoted to the people's recreation delight their eyes in the generous light of day; so the soul, imprisoned as it has been in this gloomy and darkened house, seeks the open sky whenever it can, and in the contemplation of the Universe finds rest.
 
—from Seneca, Moral Letters 65 

I no longer take offense when someone tells me how philosophy is a waste of time, because they have not yet considered how the exercise of thought is at the root of all liberation. Yes, the abstraction can at first feel dizzying, like becoming accustomed to mountain air, and there may be some pain, like finally using a muscle after years of neglect. 
 
We all feel within us a yearning for something better, even as we struggle to define it. The first instinct is to reach outwards, to the gratification from objects of sense. It will take some time to recognize why the power of self-reflection is the key to self-mastery. Beyond the circumstances, behind the body, the soul waits to be nurtured. 
 
I fear that we complain about the many burdens of this world, and we are, in a sense, quite right to be dissatisfied with petty drudgery for the sake of winning cheap trinkets. We then make the unfortunate error, however, of just grasping for a slightly different set of diversions, believing that they will surely be different. 
 
No, the trick is in starting fresh from a whole new set of values, in rebuilding our lives from the inside out. The integrity of our own thoughts and deeds is what counts, not any new arrangement to the deck chairs, and this can only become possible when we focus on our powers of reason and choice, the very core of our human identity. 
 
Now some will tell you that you are “thinking too much”, though I like to suggest that the problem is not in the quantity, but rather in the quality of the thinking. Intellectual posturing and specious quibbling are the marks of those who wish to appear important instead of being worthy, so have compassion on the sophists, for they do not know what they do. Anxiety, insecurity, and resentment will twist our judgments into sad excuses for accountability and commitment. 
 
When life gets me down, it is time for me to remember that I am really just getting myself down. My worries are the consequence of lacking a wider perspective, and for this I must strive to raise myself up. As the mind elevates itself to what is lasting and certain, my frustrations are now left far below. 
 
Fresh air and sunlight are good for the body, just as the serenity that comes from contemplation is good for the soul. Searching for the cause, the answer to the question of “Why?”, is not a mere escape from the world—it is finally a genuine awareness of that world. Remove the blinders. 

—Reflection written in 7/2013 

IMAGE: Pierre-Paul Prud'hon, The Soul Breaking the Ties That Bind It to Earth (1823) 



Thursday, February 8, 2024

The True Beauty


"The True Beauty" 

Thomas Carew (1595-1640) 

He that loves a rosy cheek 
Or a coral lip admires, 
Or from starlike eyes doth seek 
Fuel to maintain his fires; 
As old Time makes these decay, 
So his flames must waste away. 

But a smooth and steadfast mind, 
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires, 
Hearts with equal love combined, 
Kindle never-dying fires: — 
Where these are not, I despise 
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes. 

IMAGE: Felix Fossey, Allegory of Truth and Beauty (1852) 



Wednesday, February 7, 2024

The Art of Peace 105


Construction of shrine and temple buildings is not enough. 

Establish yourself as a living buddha image. 

We all should be transformed into goddesses of compassion or victorious buddhas. 



Maxims of Goethe 35


It is much easier to put yourself in the position of a mind taken up with the most absolute error, than of one which mirrors to itself half-truths. 

IMAGE: Lukas Furtenagel, The Painter Hans Burgkmair and his Wife, Anna (1529) 



Seneca, Moral Letters 65.4


This throng of causes, defined by Aristotle and by Plato, embraces either too much or too little. 
 
For if they regard as "causes" of an object that is to be made everything without which the object cannot be made, they have named too few. Time must be included among the causes; for nothing can be made without time. They must also include place; for if there be no place where a thing can be made, it will not be made. And motion too; nothing is either made or destroyed without motion. There is no art without motion, no change of any kind.
 
Now, however, I am searching for the first, the general cause; this must be simple, inasmuch as matter, too, is simple. Do we ask what cause is? It is surely Creative Reason—in other words, God. 
 
For those elements to which you referred are not a great series of independent causes; they all hinge on one alone, and that will be the creative cause.
 
Do you maintain that form is a cause? This is only what the artist stamps upon his work; it is part of a cause, but not the cause. 
 
Neither is the pattern a cause, but an indispensable tool of the cause. His pattern is as indispensable to the artist as the chisel or the file; without these, art can make no progress. But for all that, these things are neither parts of the art, nor causes of it.
 
"Then," perhaps you will say, "the purpose of the artist, that which leads him to undertake to create something, is the cause." It may be a cause; it is not, however, the efficient cause, but only an accessory cause. But there are countless accessory causes; what we are discussing is the general cause. 
 
Now the statement of Plato and Aristotle is not in accord with their usual penetration, when they maintain that the whole Universe, the perfectly wrought work, is a cause. For there is a great difference between a work and the cause of a work. 

—from Seneca, Moral Letters 65 
 
People will generally assume that philosophy is quite useless for everyday life, and yet I have found the exercise of philosophy, in the sense of a constant critical reflection on my own judgments, to be the most eminently practical tool at my disposal. How well I manage all the pesky little bits is entirely determined by how well I get my overall thinking in order. 
 
One part of this is making sure that I can define my terms, or put more concretely, that I know what I mean, as precisely as I am able. The devil is in the details. So, if you ask me why something is so, I will first ask myself how to wrap my head around the nature of a cause, well before I go rattling off a long list of origins. 
 
I admire the way Seneca questions the usual Platonic and Aristotelian premises, and thereby shows how he is making his own way. Sometimes we use terms far too broadly, in which case we include too much, and sometimes we use terms far too narrowly, in which case we include too little. 
 
Perhaps we are so impressed by the seeming multiplicity of causes that we overlook the purity and the simplicity of a common source. 
 
If a cause is anything that somehow contributes to the way something presents itself, then absolutely everything ends up being a cause. Plato and Aristotle would have to add far more components to their models.
 
And if we are so caught up in tabulating these many influences, we have neglected the necessity of a cause being a unifying principle, the ultimate instead of the proximate. Plato and Aristotle would have to go deeper to a common beginning. 
 
Simply put, any quality or characteristic, or what the Ancients sometimes called a category, helps to describe an identity, and if a cause is what adds to that definition, then our list of causes grows longer and longer. We must now add time, place, motion, and so on, as further causes. 
 
All the while, we are so busy with what Seneca calls the accessory causes that we have forgotten about a general cause. We are missing the forest for the trees. The artist, for example, lays out his plans with a pattern in mind, and he imposes a specific form on the matter, and he does so with a certain goal, yet while all of these are stages of the process, none of these are the agent that is actually doing the making or the creating. 
 
In asserting the primacy of an efficient cause, Seneca is defending a distinctly Stoic view of the Universe, where the order to be found in Nature is the direct result of Creative Reason, of God. It is necessary to discern the presence of such a Grand Design, however imperfectly and indirectly, if we are going to make sense of our own parts within the workings of the whole. 
 
Yes, it is good to speak of all the elements that go together in building the aspects of our world, as Plato and Aristotle rightly do, but it is even better to return back to the source. The relative must be measured by the absolute, the consequent must be judged by means of the precedent, and the tools must be placed in the hands of the craftsman. We do ourselves a disservice by focusing on the pieces without asking who arranged the puzzle. 
 
I am disappointed when I see attempts at a “contemporary” Stoicism that denies the guiding role of Providence, simply because it happens to go against the intellectual fashions of the moment. We are then left with only a “life hack” for gaining the usual worldly vanities, and thereby divorce human nature from its Divine harmony. 
 
Man without God, or a creature without a Creator, is really nothing at all. I return to the importance of perceiving the primary cause both in theory and in practice, since my view of what is great is what gives meaning to my appreciation of what is small. Seneca stresses the complete dependence of our mortal lives on God, so that we might more fully know who we are. 
 
I probably refer to it far too often, but it once again reminds me of one of my favorite passages, from Book 7 of Augustine’s Confessions
 
And I viewed the other things below You, and perceived that they neither altogether are, nor altogether are they not. 
 
They are, indeed, because they are from You. 
 
But they are not, because they are not what You are. 
 
For that truly is which remains immutably. 
 
The Stoic certainly does not need to be a Christian, or an adherent of any particular faith, but I think it no accident that Stoicism is also so compatible with all genuine religion, precisely because Stoicism is inherently theistic. 
 
Though a more thorough reflection is best saved for another time, I will briefly add that the Stoic teaching of pantheism, or perhaps panentheism, depending upon how we are using our terms, is yet another aspect of this reverence for the totality. All that exists is reducible to the One, and it can only be said to be real insofar it participates in the One. 
 
All sectarian bickering aside, I honestly believe that Augustine would agree, as would any lover of wisdom who is on a quest for the fountainhead. 

—Reflection written in 7/2013 



Tuesday, February 6, 2024