Plain
Marcus Aurelius — The Emperor

It's not plant-like breathing that should matter to us in this life. It's not the breathing of animals, both tame and wild. It's not our ability to imagine things. It's not being pushed around by our desires. It's not that we can gather together and live in groups. It's not that we can eat — because that's no better than being able to get rid of waste. What then should matter to us? Hearing loud noise? If not that, then not being praised by people either. The praise of many voices is really no better than meaningless chatter. If not applause, then what is left that should matter to you?

Meditations, Book 6, Section 15 Book 6 · 16 of 64
What Matters Most Knowing Yourself
Marcus Aurelius — The Emperor Original

Not vegetative spiration, it is not surely (which plants have) that in this life should be so dear unto us; nor sensitive respiration, the proper life of beasts, both tame and wild; nor this our imaginative faculty; nor that we are subject to be led and carried up and down by the strength of our sensual appetites; or that we can gather, and live together; or that we can feed: for that in effect is no better, than that we can void the excrements of our food. What is it then that should be dear unto us? to hear a clattering noise? if not that, then neither to be applauded by the tongues of men. For the praises of many tongues, is in effect no better than the clattering of so many tongues. If then neither applause, what is there remaining that should be dear unto thee?

Meditations, Book 6, Section 15 Book 6 · 16 of 64
Marcus Aurelius — The Emperor

Some things rush into existence, and others rush toward their end. Even what exists right now is partly gone already. Constant change keeps the world fresh, just as time itself makes the infinite age of the world seem always new. In this flow of all things, why should anyone care about things that pass so quickly? There is nothing you can hold onto. It would be like getting attached to a sparrow that flies by - you see it, then it's gone.

Don't think of your life any differently. It's just the breathing in and breathing out of blood, like ordinary breathing of air. What we normally think of as breathing in air and breathing it out each day - that's all life is. At some point you breathe out all your life into the common air. You only breathed it in recently anyway - yesterday, today - and with that breath came life itself.

Meditations, Book 6, Section 14 Book 6 · 15 of 64
Death & Mortality What Matters Most
Marcus Aurelius — The Emperor Original

Some things hasten to be, and others to be no more. And even whatsoever now is, some part thereof hath already perished. Perpetual fluxes and alterations renew the world, as the perpetual course of time doth make the age of the world (of itself infinite) to appear always fresh and new. In such a flux and course of all things, what of these things that hasten so fast away should any man regard, since among all there is not any that a man may fasten and fix upon? as if a man would settle his affection upon some ordinary sparrow living by him, who is no sooner seen, than out of sight. For we must not think otherwise of our lives, than as a mere exhalation of blood, or of an ordinary respiration of air. For what in our common apprehension is, to breathe in the air and to breathe it out again, which we do daily: so much is it and no more, at once to breathe out all thy respirative faculty into that common air from whence but lately (as being but from yesterday, and to-day), thou didst first breathe it in, and with it, life.

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