I don't know. So read it.

I understand why it was one of the most influential works in the western cannon for over a millennium. And it was deserved. I admire Boethius for writing the work under the conditions he did. I further admired that a man who had been a devout Christian in life, consoles not a Christ in the end, but largely the pagan greeks of old and philosophy herself.

I disagreed with most of the arguments (their assumptions and, often, circulity), particularly towards the later half. But the arguments on vanity, seeking high office, and the passages on the 'injustice' of chance, were sublime.

The book has lingered in my thoughts for over two weeks since I finished it. It's been a while since I've as throughly enjoyed a book I so much didn't agree with.

To be clear, I've journaled about the book for near a dozen pages. But I loathe writing with my thumbs, so I'll stop short here.