(Following from the ideas of mentioned in the previous article) Imagine you first prostrate yourself on the ground and rise with outstretched arms towards the sky crying out “what is my purpose?” “why are we here?”. After the mechanical pressure waves we call sound dissipates away its ebbing energy, the absurd silence returns and very well like being put on hold during a telephone call you wait for a reply and find that your utterance is heard only by other living beings. The dog looks in your general direction with a tilted head, the cat glances at you
Gaze up through and beyond the heavens and your vision will be greeted with this… not greeted by an omnipotent, monumental, bearded being overlooking towards you and saying: ‘alright the jig is up you’ve found me… the meaning of life is…’ as he folds his newspaper up while getting off the cosmic loo. WRONG, what greets your eyes is the vast void of space with islands of matter like stars and stellar debris dotted about as a glaring minority in the metropolis of nothingness. The things you see out there in space are carrying out their duty in obeying the laws
Intro The philosopher physician returns and this time he brings his own ethics on happiness. However, his ethics sharply contrasts with that of the stoics putting forward hedonism over virtue (but not over the pleasure derived from collecting new knowledge it must be said). First published in 1748, while shacking up at Fredrick’s court, Anti-Seneca had gone through many revisions, rewritten many times by La Mettrie for the purpose of perfecting his morality drawn from his own interpretation of materialism. As is typical with our darling philosopher physician, contention, controversy and condemnation trails not far behind him with
Introduction The star of this article is Lucretius, a Roman poet living within 1st BCE Republican Rome. What makes this poet extraordinary and quite unique is that he wrote an epic length poem not of romance, heroism, adventure or any of that sentimental claptrap but wrote a philosophical poem on that of nature. You see, Lucretius was both a poet and a philosopher who synthesised the two into his magnum opus, The Nature of Things (De Rerum Natura, in Latin) a work dedicated to Epicurean philosophy. Typical of all works of naturalistic philosophy you will begin to notice
A Human Baby’s like a sailor washed up on a beach By the battering of the surf, naked, lacking the power of speech, Possessing no mean of survival, when first Nature pours Him forth with birth-pangs from his mother’s womb upon Light’s shores. He fills the room up with his sorrowful squalls, and rightly so! – Just think what lies in store for him, Life’s full supply of woe.
I wrote this article about three miscellaneous themes we encounter in life. Namely, goal directed behaviour (then I will be happy), fame and being at the receiving end of insults. In addition with some stoic psychology thrown in the mix the purpose is to raise awareness and gain greater understanding of these themes so that we gain apathia or freedom from afflictive emotions (pathos). Goal Directed Behaviour Just like a Roman senator who thinks “when my service to Rome is finished I will retire to my countryside villa, then I will be happy” the modern individual
This article is concerned with the theme of time as an important commodity. With an analysis of Seneca’s ‘On Saving Time’ a short letter to Lucilius, Seneca’s friend. I pick out statements from the letter and give my own commentary on them with a conclusion at the end of the article to finish off. Feel free to comment! “Continue to act thus, my dear Lucilius – set yourself free for your own sake; gather and save your time, which till lately has been forced from you, or filched away, or has merely slipped from your hands” -Seneca Seneca
Death has no loopholes. All of us must meet it in the end. We go through the same motions in the same old place. No measure Of added life will ever coin for us a novel pleasure. True, while we lack that which we long for, it is an obsession, But we will just crave something else once it’s in our possession; We are forever panting with an unquenched thirst for life. No one knows what the years to come will bring – what joy or strife May lie in store for us, what outcome’s looming in