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Module 2 — The Life and World of Epictetus
Around the middle of the first century, somewhere in the Greek-speaking east of the Roman Empire, a child was born who belonged to someone else from his first breath. He had no rights, no property, and no name of his own that history bothered to keep. He would spend the second half of his life as one of the most sought-after teachers in the Roman world, lecturing the sons of senators and, by tradition, a future emperor. And the thing he taught them, again and again, was that a person's circumstances are never truly their own, that almost nothing can really be possessed, and that the single exception, the one thing that is ever fully a person's own, is the mind that decides what to make of all the rest.
It is a strange message coming from anyone. It is stranger coming from a man who had been, in the eyes of Roman law, a piece of property. His life is the reason the message has teeth.
Born "Acquired"
He was born around the year 50, in Hierapolis, a prosperous spa city in the region of Phrygia, in what is now southwestern Turkey. Almost nothing is known about his earliest years, and that absence is itself worth sitting with. The lives of the enslaved were rarely written down, and his is no exception.
Even his name is not really his. "Epictetus" is the Greek word epiktētos, which means "acquired," or "gained." It is not the kind of name a family gives a child it is glad to have. It is the kind of word attached to a person who has been bought, the way one might label any other acquisition. Whatever his mother called him is lost. What survives is the description of him as someone's gain. In a Roman world where a large part of the population lived in slavery, he entered it at the very bottom.
A Slave in Nero's House
As a young man, Epictetus lived in Rome, in the household of a man named Epaphroditus. This was no ordinary master. Epaphroditus had himself been a slave, had been freed, and had climbed to become an administrative secretary to the emperor Nero, handling the petitions that flowed toward the throne. He was a man of real power, and he had once stood exactly where Epictetus now stood.
That left the young slave in a peculiar position. He held the lowest status a person could hold, and yet he lived inside a house wired directly into the center of the empire. Nero's Rome was not a calm place to be near power. It was the Rome of a ruler who had his own mother killed, and more than one of his wives, and who would in the end be helped to his own suicide by this same Epaphroditus, a service for which a later emperor would eventually have Epaphroditus executed. A boy in that household would have learned early, without anyone sitting him down to teach it, that nearness to power protects no one, and that the people who appear to hold everything can lose it in a single afternoon.
Musonius Rufus, the Teacher Who Made Students Squirm
At some point Epaphroditus did something that redirected his slave's entire life: he gave Epictetus permission to study philosophy. The teacher Epictetus found was Gaius Musonius Rufus, the most respected Stoic of the day, a man sometimes called the Roman Socrates, and one who has his own course in this series.
Musonius was not a comfortable teacher to sit under. By the accounts that survive, he taught in a way meant to make students feel the gap between what they claimed to believe and how they actually lived, to leave them uneasy rather than flattered. For a young man already living the distance between what the law said he was and what he knew himself to be, that approach seems to have gone deep. Epictetus would later run his own school in the same spirit, with the same refusal to let anyone mistake clever talk for real character.
The Lame Leg, Told Honestly
For most of his life Epictetus walked with a limp. That he was lame is well attested. How he became lame is not. Three different explanations have come down from antiquity, and they do not agree with one another.
The broken leg. The most dramatic account reaches us through the Christian writer Origen, who repeats a story told by a critic named Celsus: that Epictetus's master twisted his leg until it broke. In the famous version, Epictetus warned him, calmly, that the leg would break if he kept on, and when it snapped he only remarked that he had said it would. It is a flawless Stoic anecdote, which is exactly why it deserves caution. It may be true, it may be half true, or it may be a story that grew up around the man to dramatize the calm he taught.
Lame from childhood. The later commentator Simplicius, who knew Epictetus's work intimately, wrote plainly that he had been disabled from childhood, with no master and no violence in the account at all.
Rheumatism. A Byzantine encyclopedia called the Suda, compiled many centuries later, blames the lameness on rheumatism, an ordinary affliction rather than any act of cruelty.
There is no way to settle the question now, and pretending otherwise would be dishonest. What can be said is this: a man who lived in a body that had been damaged, by whatever cause, built his whole philosophy with that fact in plain sight. He never pretended the body was free. He placed freedom somewhere the body could not reach. Where exactly that is has its own lesson.
Freedom, and a School of His Own
Sometime after Nero died in the year 68, Epictetus was set free. The formal term is manumission, the legal release of a slave, and for Epictetus it changed what was possible. A slave could study philosophy on a master's sufferance. A free man could profess it in his own name, take students, and run a school. He began teaching in Rome, and he did so for the better part of twenty-five years.
There is an irony in this that he never seems to have lost sight of. The man teaching Romans how to be free had spent the first stretch of his life unfree in the most literal sense the world had to offer. He was not speaking about freedom as a concept he had read about in a book. He was speaking about the only kind of freedom that had been left to him when every other kind had been taken.
Banished by an Emperor
Teaching philosophy in imperial Rome was not a safe trade. Philosophers, and Stoics in particular, had a reputation for speaking bluntly about tyranny and for admiring the lost Roman Republic, and emperors who ruled by fear did not enjoy being lectured about virtue. Under the emperor Domitian, that suspicion hardened into action. Around the early 90s, the precise year is uncertain, Domitian expelled the philosophers from Rome and from Italy altogether.
Epictetus left. He crossed the Adriatic to Nicopolis, a city on the western coast of Greece whose name means "Victory City," built by the emperor Augustus to mark a great battle won nearby. It was a busy, well-connected place, and it was there, in exile from the capital, that Epictetus founded the school that would carry his name.
The School at Nicopolis
The school drew students from across the Roman world, many of them wealthy young men sent to be finished in philosophy the way others were sent to be finished in rhetoric. By tradition, even the future emperor Hadrian came to hear him, though the evidence for that visit is thin, and it belongs in the column of things tradition holds rather than things anyone can prove.
One of those students matters more than all the rest, because without him there would be no Epictetus left to read. His name was Arrian, a young man of good family who went on to become a Roman consul and a respected historian. Epictetus himself wrote nothing. Like his model Socrates, he taught by talking. What survives of his thought survives only because Arrian took down his lectures and later published them, in the books known as the Discourses and in a short handbook called the Enchiridion. A great deal was lost across the centuries, and even what remains reaches us secondhand, filtered through one devoted student's notes. Those books, what they are and how to read them, have a lesson of their own. The point for the life is simpler, and a little staggering: the most quoted teacher of practical philosophy in the Western tradition never published a single word, and the world has him at all only by the luck of a good listener.
How He Lived
Everything recorded about how Epictetus actually lived points in one direction. He kept almost nothing and wanted almost nothing, living simply in a small house with few possessions.
The most-repeated story about him concerns a lamp. He owned an iron lamp that he kept beside his household shrine and wrote by at night, and one night it was stolen. His response, as the story goes, was not anger but a kind of accounting. The thief had traded away his own honesty for a lamp and so had come off the poorer of the two, while Epictetus had lost only a lamp, which is the most a lamp can ever cost a person. He replaced it with a cheap one made of clay. There is a closing twist he would have found absurd: after his death, an admirer is said to have paid an enormous sum to own that humble clay lamp.
He never married. This is one of the places where the honest record refuses to tidy itself up, because Epictetus urged other people to marry and have children and treated family life as part of a person's duty to the world. When a student once pressed him on the contradiction, he answered with a sharp joke rather than a defense. Yet late in his life he did take a child into his home, an infant who would otherwise have been abandoned and left to die, a common fate in the ancient world, and he raised the child with the help of a woman. The man who preached family and lived alone ended his life, quietly, as a father.
Death, and a Man Who Wrote Nothing
Epictetus died around the year 135, an old man of perhaps eighty-five, in the city where he had taught for decades. There is no grand tomb and no recorded grave. He left the world about as quietly as he had entered it.
What he left instead was the talk. A generation or so after his death, a Roman emperor named Marcus Aurelius sat in army camps on the empire's frozen frontiers and filled a private notebook with reflections, and the voice of Epictetus runs all through it. A man at the very summit of the world was steadying himself with the words of a man who had been born at the very bottom of it. From there the words kept moving, across languages and centuries, all the way down to the present, where they ended up in the foundations of modern therapy. A man who never wrote a line, and who owned little more than a clay lamp, outlasted the empire that had once listed him as property.
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