When I was in high school I had an Afrikaans language teacher in ninth grade who loved history, culture and philosophy more than he did language – our language lessons then would be spent talking about philosophy (he mostly talking) or telling historical stories – he was seen as quite the weirdo and was also quite aged, he received little participation back – yet, this made me admire him more for his passion was so strong (or he was totally oblivious to the disinterest of most). Continue reading “Seneca: On The Shortness of Life”