Lost Works, Part I

I was reading Aristotle, because I am just weird like that, and as I poured through ancient words I was presented with the fact that what I read from classic times saw far deeper then I can see, he’s twenty-three centuries dead, and somehow still smarter than me. But there’s no shame in learning from the writings of a genius mind, and it’s comforting that we still have this wisdom from bygone times, but then I stop and remember, when I have looked at all he wrote, it’s tempting to think we have all, but the truth of it is, we don’t. We’ve got maybe a third of it, and do we even have his best? The rest of it has disappeared, it wasn’t copied with the rest. The originals longs rotted, what we have copies made by monks, what they had not, or valued low has now forever been undone. And though some people do assume that all the best stuff was retained, I think of all the books I’ve read, from the genius to the inane, and noticed that great wisdom can sometimes come from an average read, that one high point in the banal, and who knows just where that might lead? So even if the best remain, and all the average works were tossed, it still truly depresses me when I realize all that we’ve lost. Now Aeschylus wrote ninety plays, and only six of them are left, Sophocles wrote one hundred twenty, now to seven can we attest. And given how much those few plays have shaped drama down through the age, can you imagine what we’d have if all those stories still remained? In history there was Livy, who wrote the long story of Rome,, in one hundred forty-two books, today just thirty-five are known. The Iliad, The Odyssey, Two great epics we all revere… that cycle had six more poems, and not one of them have we here. Even the Bible refers to countless books we no longer know, what would our faiths all look like now if to those texts we still could go? CONCLUDES IN PART II.