colmena
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Today I arose to the tune of Seneca. Thirteen minutes ago, to be precise. My erection was not too profound, so you can assuage your fears of my crushes on dead people extending to Roman philosophers.
I had dreamed about finding a stray dog, whom I took in to care for. Later that evening, her pup, a male, had been spotted outside our home. He appeared to be injured and unconscious. Of course, we took him in too.
And of course, through the often abstract passage of a dream, the young pup had become a boy of perhaps ten or eleven. The child was not physically injured, but mentally distraught. He took out a small knife and held it before me, all the while adorning a mischievous, maniacal grin. I was calm and pleasant, and he put the knife down. Not soon after, and without provocation, the child held the knife before me once more. Again, I was calm and pleasant, and he stabbed me in the leg.
Seneca came to mind, not only as he was the tutor to a maniacal young man, but because of his ideas on how to deal with a temperamental environment. Seneca believed that one could alleviate anger and remain calm by lowering expectation, that it is in our surprise of others not meeting our unfairly high and unrealistic expectations that affect our anger, and that in accepting a lack of control, we will not become frustrated when problems arise.
An exaggerated example of Seneca's theory is in the tempers of the rich, that being rich made you angrier than the poor, "Prosperity fosters bad tempers." Seneca knew of a Roman equestrian named Vedius Pollio. Pollio had a slave who tripped whilst carrying a tray of crystal glasses at a banquet. Pollio ordered for the slave to be sent to his death. Seneca theorised that Vedius Pollio believed in a world where crystal glasses do not get broken. This unrealistically high expectation continues to this day, as Alain de Botton points out that the shouting is louder from the first class airline check-in desk than at economy class. The wealthier you are - the higher your expectation. They believed that their wealth would insulate them from harsh reality... and when expectations fall short, anger ensues.
I believe my dream and subsequent musings are relevant, in that I hope to immerse myself in life's harsh realities in order to gain perspective on ideals; to have a stable rooting for logic; to develop desired traits; and to simply help in the community. But drawing from Seneca's ideas, I awoke thinking of where my expectation should lay and the ramifications of this. Should I awake each day with the psychological preparation for death? Do my vocation interests denote my life needs to be threatened in order to gain something of a spiritual redemption?
I awoke afraid.
I had dreamed about finding a stray dog, whom I took in to care for. Later that evening, her pup, a male, had been spotted outside our home. He appeared to be injured and unconscious. Of course, we took him in too.
And of course, through the often abstract passage of a dream, the young pup had become a boy of perhaps ten or eleven. The child was not physically injured, but mentally distraught. He took out a small knife and held it before me, all the while adorning a mischievous, maniacal grin. I was calm and pleasant, and he put the knife down. Not soon after, and without provocation, the child held the knife before me once more. Again, I was calm and pleasant, and he stabbed me in the leg.
Seneca came to mind, not only as he was the tutor to a maniacal young man, but because of his ideas on how to deal with a temperamental environment. Seneca believed that one could alleviate anger and remain calm by lowering expectation, that it is in our surprise of others not meeting our unfairly high and unrealistic expectations that affect our anger, and that in accepting a lack of control, we will not become frustrated when problems arise.
An exaggerated example of Seneca's theory is in the tempers of the rich, that being rich made you angrier than the poor, "Prosperity fosters bad tempers." Seneca knew of a Roman equestrian named Vedius Pollio. Pollio had a slave who tripped whilst carrying a tray of crystal glasses at a banquet. Pollio ordered for the slave to be sent to his death. Seneca theorised that Vedius Pollio believed in a world where crystal glasses do not get broken. This unrealistically high expectation continues to this day, as Alain de Botton points out that the shouting is louder from the first class airline check-in desk than at economy class. The wealthier you are - the higher your expectation. They believed that their wealth would insulate them from harsh reality... and when expectations fall short, anger ensues.
I believe my dream and subsequent musings are relevant, in that I hope to immerse myself in life's harsh realities in order to gain perspective on ideals; to have a stable rooting for logic; to develop desired traits; and to simply help in the community. But drawing from Seneca's ideas, I awoke thinking of where my expectation should lay and the ramifications of this. Should I awake each day with the psychological preparation for death? Do my vocation interests denote my life needs to be threatened in order to gain something of a spiritual redemption?
I awoke afraid.