Daily Stoic

Meditations

How to Be a Stoic

How to Think Like a Roman Emperor

Seneca’s Letters from a Stoic

If you have anger issues, this one is a great tool (h/t mindyourbusiness)

This week’s book:

Discourses and Selected Writings

Disclaimer: I’m not your Supervisor. These are my opinions after reading through these books a few times.

Epictetus was born a slave around 50 ad. His owner was Epaphroditus, a rich freedman who was once a slave of Nero. Though he was a slave Epictetus was sent to study philosophy under Musonius Rufus.

Epictetus was lame and there are some stories it was caused by his master and others that it was caused by disease.

He was a freedman when all philosophers were banished from Rome in 89 by the Emperor Domitian. He then started his school in Greece, and had many students. He did not leave any writings from his lessons, but one of his students, Flavius Arrian, took notes and wrote the Discourses.

Epictetus did not marry, had no children, and lived to be around 80-85. In retirement, he adopted a child that would have been abandoned and raised him with a woman.

He died sometime around AD 135.

He is my favorite Stoic teacher. I love his bare bones and very straight forward approach.

Following is a paragraph-by-paragraph discussion of one of his lessons. Epictetus’s text appears italicized in bold, my replies are in normal text.

Against the Contentious and Brutal Part IV

All this is what Socrates bore in mind as he managed his house, putting up with a shrewish wife and an unkindly son.[15] For to what end was she shrewish? To the end that she might pour all the water she pleased over his head, and might trample underfoot the cake.[16]

Dealing with a shrewish wife sounds like hell on earth to me. I would like to think that dealing with that would not affect me, but going home to someone that is not happy to see me and is not a kind person would wear on me. If Socrates dealt with this and was still able to present such an even temperament in public, that is commendable. Although I do wonder if that was part of the reason he was not bothered by having to drink the hemlock.

Yet what is that to me, if I regard these things as meaning nothing to me? But this control over the moral purpose is my true business, and in it neither shall a tyrant hinder me against my will, nor the multitude the single individual, nor the stronger man the weaker; for this has been given by God to each man as something that cannot be hindered.

Nothing can truly hinder me unless I allow it to. I can be physically restrained, but the only thing that can restrain my mind is my weakness, be it giving in to anger, fear or worry.

35These are the judgements which produce love in the household, concord in the State, peace among the nations, make a man thankful toward God, confident at all times, on the ground that he is dealing with things not his own, with worthless things. We, however, although we are capable of writing and reading these things, and praising them when read, are nowhere near capable of being persuaded of them. Wherefore, the proverb about the Lacedaemonians,

Lions at home, but at Ephesus foxes,[17]

will fit us too: Lions in the school-room, foxes outside.

Being able to read and understand something does not mean we will allow ourselves to actually be convinced. It always seems easy to convince myself of things I know aren’t true. I try to see my biases and not let them fool me, but I probably don’t do as well at that as I think I do.

A little short this week because I didn’t read ahead last week to see there was only a short passage left in this lesson. I hope you are all having a merry Christmas, happy Hanukah, or whatever you celebrate. As I look to next year, I plan to continue working out and improving my mental strength.

This week our son came up from Raleigh to spend the week with us, it is so cool to see him turn into a useful and responsible adult. He manages a restaurant and I would not want that job, but he seems to enjoy it and does well at it.

We are having an Alton Brown Christmas. I made Cornish hens with pearl onions and a blueberry buckle. Both of them came out perfectly. My wife was happy to not have to cook and we are currently drinking the eggnog I made on Halloween. Life is good today.