As I come to the end of Book III, all the while watching Boethius nodding his head wildly excited in agreement with Philosophy’s logic, I am suspicious of the steps I’ve been taking in the thought process, and wonder indeed if logic itself forms many branches to arrive at a single conclusion.
In this latest idea of unity–the fragments of happiness would not be the whole, and they depend upon each other, are in fact one and the same–is a bit contrived I might suggest. Then too, Nature and God may be seen as one power, the ultimate good, or having come by the perfection of a Supreme Being, having that nature of inability to accept its opposite.
This takes more explaining, to you here who have not read or don’t remember, and to me, busy trying to punch holes in the veil Philosophy puts before my eyes.
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