LISTEN. Ted Simmons gave quite a nice Hall of Fame induction speech, thanking his friends the (Jon) Hamm family and invoking the Beatles ("the love you take" etc.). But what a stark illustration of today's poem: “How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth/Stol’n on his wing my three and twentieth year!” #23 was eternally young in memory. Time!
In Happiness we turn to the Epicureans (we already turned to them yesterday in CoPhi), who I generally and favorably distinguish from their Stoic cousins as more assertively pursuant of happiness, less accepting of unhappy fate, more inclined to assign disappointment not to an abstract "nature" with which we've failed to "harmonize" but to a correctable failure to identify and deconstruct our various worries and fears. The Stoics and Epicureans both offer good therapy, but the Stoics sometimes seem too quick to accede to conditions we might have hoped to alter. Acceptance, when all attempts to ameliorate an unwelcome status quo have failed, is admirable. Premature acceptance is unfortunate... (continues)
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