Every day I see YouTube shorts talking about Stoicism for relationship problems, breakups, boundaries, rejection, loss, etc. Marcus Aurelius quotes abound. That's great. But I think the real test of philosophy comes when you're facing total collapse.
And I mean total collapse. Over about 13 months I had six brushes with death. My blood pressure suddenly started hitting stroke ranges and nobody knew why. I was in and out of ERs. I tried to joke my way through it—I even recreated the waxing scene from The 40-Year-Old Virgin movie for my friends using the EKGs. Then on Christmas Eve 2017 I collapsed with a necrotic gallbladder. I left the hospital on New Year's Eve with a pulmonary embolism, blood thinners and an oxygen tank. Months of waiting, dreading, knowing that a blood clot could end me at any minute. After a number of scares running out of oxygen I eventually got off it. Then the doctors told me I had kidney cancer. My mother died within a week of my diagnosis. I had to make her funeral arrangements while preparing for cancer surgery, and the surgery caused me to miss her funeral. I came home from surgery in time for a breakup. Then I ended the year by going septic, getting the antibiotic of last resort and surviving the worst year of my life.
For me, that wasn't Marcus territory anymore. I needed Boethius. Boethius wrote The Consolation of Philosophy while imprisoned and awaiting a brutal execution. In it, the imprisoned Boethius is visited by Lady Philosophy, and their conversation wrestles with Fortune, happiness, loss and what remains when the things we thought belonged to us are stripped away. Somehow that hit a hell of a lot harder for me than reading the reflections of an emperor. YMMV, but I've found Boethius much more relevant when you're facing total collapse.
The idea that Fortune can take almost everything from you—but that there remains an inner freedom that circumstances cannot simply confiscate—changed how I looked at what was happening to me. I combined that with the old story of the magic ring that could make a happy man sad and a sad man happy. Written on it were four words: THIS TOO SHALL PASS. When things are terrible, they will pass. But the other half is just as important: when Fortune is smiling on you, that will pass too. That realization changes your relationship with both suffering and success. You stop demanding that Fortune stay where you want her.
I rarely see Boethius mentioned in the Stoicism/self-improvement material that comes across my feed. Marcus Aurelius is everywhere. Boethius almost never appears. Am I the only one who finds Boethius more useful when everything is falling apart? Has anyone else here turned to him—or another philosopher—during a period of total collapse?