Reading Lucretius in Edmonton in winter
The tract is a song of praise to Epicurus, the Greek philosopher who "was the first that dared to raise mortal eyes" against superstitious religion. It's a slow, timely read.
The book ends unexpectedly during an account of the plague that devastated Greece at the time of the Peloponnesian War. Some scholars suggest Lucretius died before being able to weave together the cosmos into a complete account. I kinda like how it ends. I also like the way The Sopranos ends.
The parts of The Nature of Things I enjoy the most are the things of nature. Early morning mists above the water are likened to vapoured garments. The winds carry great mountains of clouds through the air. Ice is "the great hardener of the waters, and the restraint which everywhere delays the eager rivers."
The description of ice makes me wonder what Lucretius would think of the frazil pans in the North Saskatchewan River in Edmonton this time of year.