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Seneca — The Senator

Even these people's pleasures are restless and disturbed by constant worries. At their happiest moments, they think: "How long will this last?" This mindset has made kings weep over their own power. They aren't so much delighted by their grand position as they are terrified by the fact that it must end someday. That most arrogant Persian king had an army so vast it stretched across endless plains — too large to count, only to measure. Yet he burst into tears thinking that in less than a hundred years, none of those warriors would still be alive. But it was this same king who wept who would bring about their deaths. He would destroy some by sea, some on land, some in battle, some in flight. In a very short time, he would kill the very men whose hundredth year he worried about so tenderly.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 17 72 of 87
Death & Mortality What Matters Most
Seneca — The Senator Original

Such men's very pleasures are restless and disturbed by various alarms, and at the most joyous moment of all there rises the anxious thought: "How long will this last?" This frame of mind has led kings to weep over their power, and they have not been so much delighted at the grandeur of their position, as they have been terrified by the end to which it must some day come. That most arrogant Persian king, when his army stretched over vast plains and could not be counted but only measured, burst into tears at the thought that in less than a hundred years none of all those warriors would be alive; yet their death was brought upon them by the very man who wept over it, who was about to destroy some of them by sea, some on land, some in battle, and some in flight, and who would in a very short space of time put an end to those about whose hundredth year he showed such solicitude.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 17 72 of 87
Seneca — The Senator

The time they do enjoy is short and flies by quickly. They make it even shorter by their own choices. They rush from one pleasure to another. They can't stick with any single passion for long. Their days aren't long — they just hate them. But oh, how short the nights feel when they're with prostitutes or drinking! This is why poets write such foolish myths. They encourage our worst impulses by telling stories like Jupiter doubling the length of a night to satisfy his lust. Isn't this just feeding our vices? When we say the gods behave this way, we give ourselves permission to do the same. How could nights that cost so much money not feel incredibly short? These people waste their days longing for night, then waste their nights dreading the dawn.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 16 71 of 87
What Matters Most Human Nature
Seneca — The Senator Original

Yet the very time which they enjoy is brief and soon past, and is made much briefer by their own fault: for they run from one pleasure to another, and are not able to devote themselves consistently to one passion: their days are not long, but odious to them: on the other hand, how short they find the nights which they spend with courtezans or over wine? Hence arises that folly of the poets who encourage the errors of mankind by their myths, and declare that Jupiter to gratify his voluptuous desires doubled the length of the night. Is it not adding fuel to our vices to name the gods as their authors, and to offer our distempers free scope by giving them deity for an example? How can the nights for which men pay so dear fail to appear of the shortest? they lose the day in looking forward to the night, and lose the night through fear of the dawn.

On the Shortness of Life, Section 16 71 of 87
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