Spending another evening in repose; this time with some roasted Shui Xian via @teavivre
and the Discourses of Epictetus—which his student Arrian was kind enough to preserve for posterity.
So, tonight, I reflect on the the art of living, and the perfection of that art. As the old master says, 'What is it, then, that sets a person free from hindrance and makes him his own master? For neither wealth, nor a consul’s post, nor a governor’s post, nor a kingdom make him so, but something else needs to be found. Now what is it that ensures, when someone is writing, that he won’t be subject to hindrance or obstruction?—‘Knowledge of how to write.’— And when one is playing the lyre?—‘Knowledge of how to play the lyre.’— It thus follows that in life, too, it must be knowledge of the art of living.' (Discourse 4.1.62-63)