Death Did Not Frighten Socrates
A raven croaks unluckily. Do not be overcome by appearances. Discriminate and say: nothing is portended to me, not to my paltry body, or property, or reputation, or children, or wife. To me all portents are lucky if I will. Whatsoever happens, it belongs to me to derive advantage therefrom. The bird is a sound. The omen is a view you can decline.
Key Insight
Luck, in this handbook, is not in the sky. It is in the use you make of whatever arrives. An unlucky croak becomes a verdict only when you grant it jurisdiction over a body, a child, a name.
“Nothing is portended to me, either to my paltry body, or property, or reputation, or children, or wife. But to me all portents are lucky if I will.”Explore full theme analysis
