A mutual acquaintance introduced us – thankyou Darren!
Anyway, here’s Marc to introduce himself:
A little flesh, a little breath, and a Reason to rule all – that is myself. (Forget your books; no more hankering for them; they were no part of your equipment.) As one already on the threshold of death, think nothing of the first – of its viscid blood, its bones, its web of nerves and veins and arteries. The breath too; what is that? A whiff of wind; and not even the same wind, but every moment puffed out and drawn in anew. But the third, the Reason, the master – on this you must concentrate. Now that your hairs are grey, let it play the part of a slave no more, twitching puppetwise at every pull of self-interest; and cease to fume at destiny by ever grumbling at today or lamenting over tomorrow.
(from Meditations, book 2, paragraph 2)
I’ll be sharing more of Marc’s thoughts with you in the coming weeks – he’s full of pithy and though-provoking ideas.
Tags: Marcus Aurelius