Marcus Aurelius keeps reminding himself he will soon be forgotten. On a night shift, is that a consolation?
Its coordinates: 6.20 Philosophy of Death
In the Meditations Marcus Aurelius comes back again and again to the same thought: that those who remember us will soon die too, that the great names of the past are already only names, that soon you will have forgotten everything and soon everything will have forgotten you. He seems to find it calming.
Last week a resident of ours, a retired schoolteacher with no visitors, asked me at two in the morning whether anyone would remember him. I did not quote Marcus. I don't think I could have. But on the bus home I wondered whether I should have.
There are two ways I can read the thought:
- As levelling. The emperor and the teacher end in the same place. Nobody's life is diminished by being forgotten, because everyone's will be. That could be a comfort to someone who feels he has been left behind.
- As medicine for a particular illness. Marcus was writing to himself (the Greek title means roughly "to himself"), and he was an emperor. The thought of being forgotten is a cure for vanity and the hunger for glory. Given to someone who is lonely rather than vain, it might be poison.
I lean towards the second. But then what is the right thing to say to a man who asks whether he will be remembered?