Comforting the Blankie of philosophy

Philosophy on horseback and in favor of the powers that be, and the ruler – philosopher! Needless to say, a unique case in the history of world culture we have encountered, mentally traveling through the halls of the Roman philosophy. The bronze copy of the Emperor-philosopher Marcus Aurelius decorated our ghostly Museum, and on Capitol hill remained the original. By the way, he survived by chance. The fact that the early Christians took over the equestrian Marcus Aurelius statue of Emperor Constantine the Great, who was kind to them and did not give to the lions. Christians do not have to break the statue and calm, friendly philosopher, Gentile, mark long standing in the square before the residence of the Pope.

Such is the irony of history. History generally likes to joke and her jokes are unpredictable. When the Golden age of the Roman Empire sunk into Oblivion, with the philosophy of the Imperial horse came...Yes, Yes, again behind bars, in the cold, wet dungeon. In prison Philosophy was the consolation of the last Roman, as he called his descendants, the last ancient philosopher søren the Boethius.

Boethius actually visited this world in its fateful minutes. The mighty Roman Empire, the Empire of warriors and peasants was exhausted and trachsel. I had to save ancient culture from chaos, good from brazen and imagines himself master of the world conqueror. It was necessary to protect the mind from militant stupidity.

By the time when the Eternal City was ruled by the barbarians, Severin Boethius became known as a very well-educated people who have mastered the Greek Sciences and philosophy. He, reluctantly, took a barbarous power, and served her until, until it resembled the Roman. Hearing about him as a wise politician and a great philosopher were scattered throughout the Empire. For many years it seemed that the light was not on these gifts that fortune has showered not my favorite of the Boethius. At the Zenith of fame, he held the post of first Minister, and his dearly beloved sons were consuls. However, soon after, as a philosopher reached the pinnacle of power and honor, fate fixed him with his icy gaze, and he experienced firsthand how bleak human happiness is as unreliable as friends and ruthless enemies.