The Revival

I didn't come to ancient philosophy through a university. I came to it on a Tuesday, sat in a transit van in the pissing rain, eating a meal deal, knackered to the bone, asking myself the question every man eventually asks: is this it? I was a builder. Site work, physical graft, hands that didn't come clean no matter how long you scrubbed. Good money some weeks, nothing the next. And I had this nagging feeling that I was running somebody else's race, on somebody else's track, for somebody else's prize. I just didn't have the language for it yet. Turns out men have been having this exact feeling for about three thousand years. And some of th…