Introduction In this article we will explore the epicurean notions of wellbeing my primary source is book one of Cicero’s De Finibus in which Lucius Torquatus delivers a broad outline of epicurean ethics. (Lucius Manlius Torquatus was an ancient Roman statesman and military general during the later Roman Republic. Torquatus was an epicurean as revealed in Cicero’s De Finibus written in 45BC which accounted philosophical discourses of Cicero’s younger days. He was friends with Marcus Junius Brutus and the esteemed Roman polymath Marcus Tullius Cicero.) The epicurean pleasure ‘The chief good, the chief good!’ This phrase was all the
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
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
Just like fire we have our kindling and our extinguishing If you’re looking for hard-hitting contemplations tugging on your sense of impending mortality then you’re in the right place! No sugar-coating by the fairies here! We dive head first into this! Living is that intermediate process between birth and death. Life is a process not a substance like water or gold. With any process there is an eventual terminal point and in the case of life that is death. Before you were born, you had no name, no gender, no body, no relationships etc. In short your history was as