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Just a general feeling of amazement...
Jan. 19th, 2016 10:24 pmI suppose it's easy enough to look on the bright side when things are "nominal" (a word I unfailingly associate with the aerospace racket), but there it is: today was a pretty good day.
I actually put in 75 minutes of exercise in addition to a pretty good taiji session, so I feel good physically. On a molecular level, I get the feeling that the path of greatest resistance to that part of my being that has turned against me is to maximize that part of my being designed to fight it.
Work did not go spectacularly, but it was undertaken in a workmanlike manner.
The Hicks translation of Marcus Aurelius's writings, published as The Emperor's Handbook, has been superseded in my view by the Hays translation—published in the same year (2002)—of the same work, more widely known under the name of Meditations.
These are most certainly not "meditations" in any reasonable interpretation of the word. If anything, they are a record of a man making notes to himself, which we who come afterward are fortunate enough to eavesdrop upon. And while the translation by the brothers Hicks was a step above previous renderings, the Hicks translation make Aurelius a contemporary... almost someone you'd be talking to over a couple of beers.
I've had conversations with a certain Sam Spade in this space; I wonder if I've grokked enough Aurelius to have a reasonable conversation with him in the same fashion?
Only time will tell.
Cheers...
I actually put in 75 minutes of exercise in addition to a pretty good taiji session, so I feel good physically. On a molecular level, I get the feeling that the path of greatest resistance to that part of my being that has turned against me is to maximize that part of my being designed to fight it.
Work did not go spectacularly, but it was undertaken in a workmanlike manner.
The Hicks translation of Marcus Aurelius's writings, published as The Emperor's Handbook, has been superseded in my view by the Hays translation—published in the same year (2002)—of the same work, more widely known under the name of Meditations.
These are most certainly not "meditations" in any reasonable interpretation of the word. If anything, they are a record of a man making notes to himself, which we who come afterward are fortunate enough to eavesdrop upon. And while the translation by the brothers Hicks was a step above previous renderings, the Hicks translation make Aurelius a contemporary... almost someone you'd be talking to over a couple of beers.
I've had conversations with a certain Sam Spade in this space; I wonder if I've grokked enough Aurelius to have a reasonable conversation with him in the same fashion?
Only time will tell.
Cheers...
