Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Finished Reading: Epictetus, Discourses

 


I thought to try reading this in bite-size portions for ease of digestion, so starting on January 1 I began Book 1. Yesterday I got impatient and finished the book (ending with Book 2). So much practical advice here from a Stoic slave who lived during the reign of Nero. Like opening one fortune cookie after another. Straightforward and convicting lessons on cutting the crap and using your God-given reason for virtuous living. 

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