Fortune, and what was never yours
When everything is stripped away at once, was any of it ever truly a person's own? Philosophy answers Boethius's ruin by asking what a man can lose that fortune did not merely lend.
Philosophy enters the condemned man's cell and finds him mourning lost rank, wealth and reputation. Her first move is to give Fortune her own voice: the goods you grieve were mine, lent not given, and I take back only what was always mine to take. Her wheel turns by nature, raising and casting down without regard to desert, so a person who trusted her had already agreed to her terms. Nothing fortune bestows can be truly one's own, because what can be taken against one's will was never securely held. The consolation begins not by restoring the losses but by showing they were never possessions in the first place.
- fortune
- fame
- wealth
- power
- adversity
- desire
- vice
Enter a dialogue
- Telling the newly ruined that their wealth and rank were never truly theirs can sound like cold comfort dressed as wisdom. What makes it more than that?
- A person who still has wealth and standing wants to be ready to lose them without growing cold toward them now. What would your Philosophy advise?
- You rose to chief minister to a king, then lost everything on a treason charge. If rank was only ever lent, was earning it wasted?
- A talented person is passed over for someone who did nothing to earn the post. What may they rightly expect from fortune, on your Philosophy's account?