Two die in car crash yesterday morning on Route 1 in Warren.
An hour later, a half mile from their terrible wreckage, I turn in Warren toward morning philosophy class at the maximum security prison.
We enter the experience of the class:
and ourselves in everything
healed and whole
(--Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino Elegies, Eight Elegy)
Sorrow rises from that moment and that roadway.
In an instant.
In class we speak about Pierre Hadot, the Epicurians, and the Stoics.
Epicurius’ disciple Metrodorus wrote:
Remember that, although you are mortal and have only a limited life-span, yet you have risen, through the contemplation of nature, to the infinity of space and time, and you have seen all the past and all the future. (Hadot, 1995, p.266)
We live in the cosmos.
Some, now, more so than before.