The Apollonian 2
07.04.202515:57
Hail Apollon, singer of the divine word, I give adoration unto you.
02.04.202509:29
Don’t let your imagination be crushed by life as a whole. Don’t try to picture everything bad that could possibly happen. Stick with the situation at hand, and ask, “Why is this so unbearable? Why can’t I endure it?” You’ll be embarrassed to answer. Then remind yourself that past and future have no power over you. Only the present—and even that can be minimized. Just mark off its limits.
Marcus Aurelius,
Marcus Aurelius,
27.03.202518:14
Apollo Citharoedus of Leptis Magna
22.03.202501:13
16.03.202517:05
People love to be miserable. They hold onto suffering like a badge of honor, comparing wounds and grievances as if the one who has suffered most wins some unseen prize. Complaints are currency, exchanged in conversations, fueling a cycle where no one seeks solutions, only validation in their hardship. Misery loves company, and in the digital age, it has never been easier to surround yourself with those who will echo your frustrations instead of challenging you to rise above them. Telegram groups, Discord servers, endless social media threads, places where people gather, not to solve their problems, but to bask in them.
And yet, these same people will be the first to accuse others of having a victim complex while nursing one of their own. They scoff at those who cry injustice, all while lamenting how unfair the world has been to them. They mock another’s excuses while making endless justifications for their own stagnation. It’s a game of who is suffering correctly, as if there were virtue in misery so long as it is performed in the right way.
But what does all of this accomplish? What changes when we dwell on what frustrates us? Nothing, except that we dig ourselves deeper into the very misery we claim to hate. You and your friends aren’t getting any better by sitting around, commiserating, and feeding off each other’s dissatisfaction. You’re not building skills. You’re not improving. You’re not working toward anything that actually matters. You’re just marinating in your own discontent, mistaking shared complaints for progress.
The Stoics understood this well. They knew that suffering isn’t in the thing itself but in how we choose to respond to it. “We suffer more in imagination than in reality,” Seneca wrote. Complaining does nothing. True strength does not come from talking about how hard things are—it comes from action.
The gods do not complain. They act. They face trials, betrayals, and struggles, yet they do not sit around lamenting their fates. Zeus did not whine when he overthrew the Titans; he took his place as king. Athena did not moan about injustice; she strategized, she fought, she won. Hermes does not stop to sulk when obstacles appear in his path; he moves forward. Even Dionysus, who suffered madness, loss, and exile, did not spend eternity wailing about it. No. He turned his suffering into transformation and power.
The impulse to complain is not strength, but ego. It is the fragile part of the self crying out for validation, demanding that the world acknowledge its suffering. But the gods do not seek pity, and neither should you. To complain is to assume that your suffering is unique, that you are owed something simply for enduring it. The gods know better. They teach that power comes not from wallowing, but from rising.
Misery is easy. It asks nothing of us but surrender. Strength—true strength—demands that we rise above it. The gods do not waste their breath on endless complaints, and neither should you. Get out into the real world. Work. Create. Learn. Struggle, but struggle toward something. Because while misery loves company, greatness loves solitude, discipline, and action.
@TheApollonian2
And yet, these same people will be the first to accuse others of having a victim complex while nursing one of their own. They scoff at those who cry injustice, all while lamenting how unfair the world has been to them. They mock another’s excuses while making endless justifications for their own stagnation. It’s a game of who is suffering correctly, as if there were virtue in misery so long as it is performed in the right way.
But what does all of this accomplish? What changes when we dwell on what frustrates us? Nothing, except that we dig ourselves deeper into the very misery we claim to hate. You and your friends aren’t getting any better by sitting around, commiserating, and feeding off each other’s dissatisfaction. You’re not building skills. You’re not improving. You’re not working toward anything that actually matters. You’re just marinating in your own discontent, mistaking shared complaints for progress.
The Stoics understood this well. They knew that suffering isn’t in the thing itself but in how we choose to respond to it. “We suffer more in imagination than in reality,” Seneca wrote. Complaining does nothing. True strength does not come from talking about how hard things are—it comes from action.
The gods do not complain. They act. They face trials, betrayals, and struggles, yet they do not sit around lamenting their fates. Zeus did not whine when he overthrew the Titans; he took his place as king. Athena did not moan about injustice; she strategized, she fought, she won. Hermes does not stop to sulk when obstacles appear in his path; he moves forward. Even Dionysus, who suffered madness, loss, and exile, did not spend eternity wailing about it. No. He turned his suffering into transformation and power.
The impulse to complain is not strength, but ego. It is the fragile part of the self crying out for validation, demanding that the world acknowledge its suffering. But the gods do not seek pity, and neither should you. To complain is to assume that your suffering is unique, that you are owed something simply for enduring it. The gods know better. They teach that power comes not from wallowing, but from rising.
Misery is easy. It asks nothing of us but surrender. Strength—true strength—demands that we rise above it. The gods do not waste their breath on endless complaints, and neither should you. Get out into the real world. Work. Create. Learn. Struggle, but struggle toward something. Because while misery loves company, greatness loves solitude, discipline, and action.
@TheApollonian2
16.03.202500:56
Apollo and Marsyas
By Bartolomeo Manfredi
By Bartolomeo Manfredi
07.04.202515:57
30.03.202512:49
27.03.202518:14
Hail Apollon, lord of the harmonic art, I give adoration unto you.
22.03.202501:13
Nothing is so useful that it can be of any service in the mere passing. A multitude of books only gets in one’s way. So, if you are unable to read all the books in your possession, you have enough when you have all the books you are able to read. And if you say, ‘But I feel like opening different books at different times’, my answer will be this: tasting one dish after another is the sign of a fussy stomach, and where the foods are dissimilar and diverse in range they lead to contamination of the system, not nutrition. So always read well-tried authors, and if at any moment you find yourself wanting a change from a particular author, go back to the ones you have read before.
Seneca
Seneca
16.03.202514:56
Apollo shrine, Italy, by Associazione Tradizionale Pietas
14.03.202521:50
There is in fact a true law—namely, right reason—which is in accordance with nature, applies to all men, and is unchangeable and eternal... It is sinful to try to alter this law, nor is it permissible to attempt to repeal any part of it, and it is impossible to abolish it entirely. We cannot be freed from its obligations by senate or people, and we need not look outside ourselves for an expounder or interpreter of it.
Cicero, De Re Publica (On the Republic), Book III
Cicero, De Re Publica (On the Republic), Book III
07.04.202515:57
30.03.202512:49
Extended practice of prayer nurtures our intellect, enlarges very greatly our soul’s receptivity to the Gods, reveals to men the life of the Gods, accustoms their eyes to the brightness of divine light, and gradually brings to perfection the capacity of our facilities for contact with the Gods, until it leads us up to the highest level of consciousness [of which we are capable]… And, in a word, it renders those who employ prayers, if we may express it, the familiar consorts of the Gods.
Iamblichus De Mysteriis, V.26, 277
Iamblichus De Mysteriis, V.26, 277
27.03.202518:14
Temple of Asclepius
Villa Borghese Gardens, Rome.
Villa Borghese Gardens, Rome.
22.03.202501:13
16.03.202514:56
When a man is proud because he can understand and explain the writings of Chrysippus, say to yourself, if Chrysippus had not written obscurely, this man would have had nothing to be proud of. But what is it that I wish? To understand Nature and to follow it. I inquire therefore who is the interpreter: and when I have heard that it is Chrysippus, I come to him (the interpreter). But I do not understand what is written, and therefore I seek the interpreter. And so far there is yet nothing to be proud of. But when I shall have found the interpreter, the thing that remains is to use the precepts (the lessons). This itself is the only thing to be proud of. But if I shall admire the exposition, what else have I been made unless a grammarian instead of a philosopher? except in one thing, that I am explaining Chrysippus instead of Homer. When then any man says to me, Read Chrysippus to me, I rather blush, when I cannot show my acts like to and consistent with his words.
Epictetus
Epictetus
14.03.202521:50
O Radiant Apollon, Lord of Light and Reason, whose wisdom shines forth as the eternal law that governs all things! Cicero speaks of a truth that you have always embodied. A law not made by men, nor subject to their fleeting desires, but woven into the very fabric of existence. It is a law of right reason, of order, of justice, which no decree nor tyrant may undo.
You, Pythian Apollon, who spoke through the Delphic Oracle, did not craft truth to suit the whims of kings. No you revealed what was already written in the soul of the cosmos. Your will is not swayed by mortal politics, nor can it be overturned by the ambitions of men. The laws of the Senate and the laws of nations rise and fall, but your law, the law of divine reason, remains unbroken, unchangeable, eternal.
O Far-Darter, your light pierces through illusion and falsehood, calling us to align ourselves with that which is just and true. To stray from your path is not only folly, but a sin against the very order of nature. You do not demand blind obedience, but rather that we see, that we understand, that we follow the path of wisdom with open eyes and willing hearts.
Let us be guided by your eternal law, O Apollon! Let us cast aside the corruption of human folly and attune ourselves to the harmony you reveal! For in your reason, in your truth, we find not constraint, but freedom. The freedom of a soul in accord with the divine
You, Pythian Apollon, who spoke through the Delphic Oracle, did not craft truth to suit the whims of kings. No you revealed what was already written in the soul of the cosmos. Your will is not swayed by mortal politics, nor can it be overturned by the ambitions of men. The laws of the Senate and the laws of nations rise and fall, but your law, the law of divine reason, remains unbroken, unchangeable, eternal.
O Far-Darter, your light pierces through illusion and falsehood, calling us to align ourselves with that which is just and true. To stray from your path is not only folly, but a sin against the very order of nature. You do not demand blind obedience, but rather that we see, that we understand, that we follow the path of wisdom with open eyes and willing hearts.
Let us be guided by your eternal law, O Apollon! Let us cast aside the corruption of human folly and attune ourselves to the harmony you reveal! For in your reason, in your truth, we find not constraint, but freedom. The freedom of a soul in accord with the divine
02.04.202509:29
Apollo Pursuing Daphne
By Giovanni Battista Tiepolo
By Giovanni Battista Tiepolo
30.03.202512:49
22.03.202501:13
16.03.202517:13
Hail to you, Apollon, radiant son of thunderous Zeus,
Golden-haired lord whose light scatters all darkness,
Archer of unfailing aim, whose arrows pierce both flesh and falsehood,
Healer of wounds seen and unseen, purifier of the soul.
O Bright One, you stand above the world unmoved,
Crowned in the laurel of victory, draped in the light of wisdom.
Where others falter, you stride forward; where others lament, you sing.
You are clarity amidst confusion, harmony in chaos, the dawn after every long night.
I see the path you illuminate before me, yet still, I hesitate.
Still, I reach for the comfort of my own sorrow,
Still, I wrap myself in complaints, thinking them a shield
When in truth, they are chains of my own forging.
If I am one to wallow in pity, to stay lost in my own suffering,
This prayer is for me.
For it is in the easy embrace of misery that I find my greatest weakness,
And it is in your light that I will find the strength to rise above it.
Apollon, unyielding and true, burn away this weakness in me.
Teach me to rise as the sun rises, without doubt, without delay.
Let me shed the weight of idle suffering and walk in your brilliance.
May I not whisper of my troubles but answer them with action,
May I not sink into self-pity but meet life’s trials with steady hands and an open mind.
O Lord of Delphi, O Wolf-born Guardian, O Light That Never Dies
I turn to you, not to beg, not to weep, but to be made strong.
Fill me with your fire, that I may burn away all cowardice,
That I may stand as the laurel stands, ever green, ever reaching upward.
Hail to you, Apollon, whose voice is the song of reason,
Whose hands heal, whose arrows strike true,
Whose light I seek, now and always.
Golden-haired lord whose light scatters all darkness,
Archer of unfailing aim, whose arrows pierce both flesh and falsehood,
Healer of wounds seen and unseen, purifier of the soul.
O Bright One, you stand above the world unmoved,
Crowned in the laurel of victory, draped in the light of wisdom.
Where others falter, you stride forward; where others lament, you sing.
You are clarity amidst confusion, harmony in chaos, the dawn after every long night.
I see the path you illuminate before me, yet still, I hesitate.
Still, I reach for the comfort of my own sorrow,
Still, I wrap myself in complaints, thinking them a shield
When in truth, they are chains of my own forging.
If I am one to wallow in pity, to stay lost in my own suffering,
This prayer is for me.
For it is in the easy embrace of misery that I find my greatest weakness,
And it is in your light that I will find the strength to rise above it.
Apollon, unyielding and true, burn away this weakness in me.
Teach me to rise as the sun rises, without doubt, without delay.
Let me shed the weight of idle suffering and walk in your brilliance.
May I not whisper of my troubles but answer them with action,
May I not sink into self-pity but meet life’s trials with steady hands and an open mind.
O Lord of Delphi, O Wolf-born Guardian, O Light That Never Dies
I turn to you, not to beg, not to weep, but to be made strong.
Fill me with your fire, that I may burn away all cowardice,
That I may stand as the laurel stands, ever green, ever reaching upward.
Hail to you, Apollon, whose voice is the song of reason,
Whose hands heal, whose arrows strike true,
Whose light I seek, now and always.
16.03.202500:56
14.03.202517:01
Hail Apollon, of the golden sword, I give adoration unto you.
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