Not in a creative state. Feelings and Thoughts all messed up. Sadness deep in heart. An inconsolable longing. Must get my acts together, desperately the mind tries to command. Where is my will? Suffer under the ἀκρασία, drifting with the stream, carried downstream like petals on the water surface. It carries me to nowhere. Only to the sea of indefinite width. No one is waiting at the end of the journey.
Lord have mercy on me!
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
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ὑπολαβὼν οὖν ὁ Πρωταγόρας εἶπεν: ὦ νεανίσκε, ἔσται τοίνυν σοι, ἐὰν ἐμοὶ συνῇς, ᾗ ἂν ἡμέρᾳ ἐμοὶ συγγένῃ, ἀπιέναι οἴκαδε βελτίονι γεγονότι, καὶ ἐν τῇ ὑστεραίᾳ ταὐτὰ ταῦτα: καὶ ἑκάστης ἡμέρας ἀεὶ ἐπὶ τὸ βέλτιον ἐπιδιδόναι. From the Protagoras, which is being translated anew, online, a bit each day: http://openprotagoras.wordpress.com/ by a fellow at Balliol, I think, that perhaps you might be interested in. It is from today's post (which I looked at by chance): I recall this vaguely from school, thinking then that, 'mutatis mutandis, this is what the Christians' spiritual life is supposed to be like, day after day, better and better'. From the vantage of fifty years, it i s like that, isn't it, although often or even most of the time that 'better and better' isn't perceived or felt. Best wishes!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marc, indeed one just have to be patient. Today I am feeling a little better. Though not having paid any school fee to Protagoras. :)
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