Letter 2: 1. We are, I suppose, both agreed in maintaining that all things with which our bodily senses acquaint us are incapable of abiding unchanged for a single moment, but, on the contrary, are moving and in perpetual transition, and have no present reality, that is, to use the language of Latin philosophy, do not exist. Accordingly, the true and divi...

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Letter 2 (386 AD)

To Zenobius — Augustine sends greetings.

1. I think we both agree that everything our bodily senses encounter is incapable of staying the same for even a single moment. Everything is in motion, in perpetual transition, with no lasting reality — or, to use the language of Latin philosophy, these things do not truly "exist."

True, divine philosophy therefore tells us to restrain and overcome our love for such things, since that love is deeply dangerous. The goal is for the mind, even while still using this body, to be fully occupied with things that are eternally the same — things whose power to attract does not depend on fleeting charm.

All that is true. And my mind, without the help of the senses, sees you as you really are — as someone who can be loved without anxiety. Yet I have to admit: when you are physically absent and separated by distance, I miss the pleasure of meeting and seeing you, and I deeply want it while it is still attainable.

This weakness of mine (for that is what it must be) is one that, if I know you at all, you are actually pleased to find in me. And though you wish every good thing for your closest friends, I suspect you would be more afraid than happy to see them cured of this particular weakness.

But if your soul has reached such strength that you can both recognize this snare and smile at those caught in it — then you are truly great, and very different from me. As for myself, as long as I miss someone who is absent, I want them to miss me too.

At the same time, I watch myself carefully, striving to set my love as little as possible on anything that can be torn from me against my will.

Since I consider this my duty, let me remind you — whatever state of mind you may be in — that the discussion we began together must be finished, if we care about each other at all. I absolutely refuse to let it be finished with Alypius [Augustine's closest friend, later Bishop of Thagaste] instead, even if he wanted that. But he does not want it. He is not the kind of person who would join me in sending letter after letter to keep you with us, when you are declining under the pressure of some necessity unknown to us.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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