When his son died, Emerson looked hard at grief. He later recalled it as a shallow emotion, depthless and unreal. No stoic lives far from the fact that we are born to die.
We resent those on whom we depend. Those on whom we depend resent being resented. Psychology calls this unfortunate arrangement “co-dependency.”
It’s actually a useful term. People understand it.
Divinity eschews dependence. You are transcendentally alone. It is up to you.
I am self-reliant in the realization that my good does not come from someone else. It will likely come through someone else; it will not come from someone else.
In the East (a state of consciousness, of union), there is a reluctance to thank one’s benefactors.
To ask someone for something is already to have paid the highest possible price.