I plan to spend at least one hour each night reading
in Jaegers Paideia. What I read last night could best be understood 
as a spiritual autobiography. "What is a spiritual autobiography?" 
Professor Jaeger spent his life reading, thinking and meditating 
on Greek literature. His lectures and his writing at one and the same time 
brought him renown and satisfied his need for expression.
Few of us are so fortunate.

Our names identify us to each other as individuals. Absent our names, our
spirits merge with the herd and the identity of each of us is drowned.
We long to be famous, and persuade ourselves that our poetry will confer
on us, if not immortality, then at least longlasting fame.

exegi monumentum aere perennius
regalique situ pyramidum altius,
quod non imber edax, non Aquilo inpotens
possit diruere…
(Horace - Odes III: XXX, lines 1-4, published 23BC) 

Is it sour grapes that all this seems to me an illusion? 
It seems that fame is misunderstanding. 
In the end, loneliness is inescapable, 
and dying is the ultimate subjective truth.