I picked up The Best Known Works of Voltaire around a month ago from a pay-what-you-will donation shelf. I read Micromegas and am about halfway through Candide. I don’t quite understand the ending of Micromegas…but nevertheless, there still were some interesting things said.
Micromegas, 120, 000 ft high, is an inhabitant of the star Sirius. After being banished for basically being a philosopher he travels the universe and visits many other planets and stars. He makes friends with an inhabitant of Saturn, and together they continue to explore and discuss philosophy.
The opening conversation between Micromegas and the inhabitant of Saturn is as follows: The Saturnian speaks how even though his people have seventy-two senses, they still feel restrained by their lack of comprehension and that “their imagination transcends their wants.”
“I sincerely believe what you say!” cried Micromegas, “for though we Sirians have near a thousand different senses, there still remains a certain vague desire, an unaccountable inquietude incessantly admonishing us of our own unimportance…”
Micromegas then asks how long Saturnians generally live (15,000 years), and receives the reply: “Lack a day! A mere trifle!”
“It is the very same with us,” resumed the other, “The shortness of life is our daily complaint, so that this must be a universal law in nature.”
“Alas!” cried the Saturnian, “few, very few on this globe outlive five hundred revolutions of the sun (these, according to our way of reckoning, amount to about fifteen thousand years). So, you see, we in a manner begin to die the very moment we are born: our existence no more than a point, our duration an instant, and our globe an atom. Scarce do we begin to learn a little, when death intervenes before we can profit by experience. For my own part, I am deterred from laying schemes when I consider myself as a single drop in the midst of an immense ocean.”
After this conversation, the two philosophers decide to travel together and eventually come to earth. At first they believe the Earth to be uninhabited, especially the Saturnian, because they cannot see any life present. However, upon closer observation, they notice a whale in the ocean and then a ship. Eventually, they establish communication with the humans on the vessel (“O ye invisible insects, whom the hand of the Creator hath deigned to produce in the abyss of infinite littleness! I give praise to his goodness, in that he hath been pleased to disclose unto me those secrets that seemed to be impenetrable.”).
Micromegas and the Saturnian engage in philosophical discourse with the inhabitants of Earth asking them what they believe the soul is – to which the humans reply quoting their various authorities such as Locke, Mallebranche and Aristotle.
What ends the discourse is the claim of the last sailor, who asserts that the two visitors’ “fashions, their suns and their stars, were created solely for the use of man.” This puts Micromegas and the Saturnian in such fits of laughter that they accidentally dropped the ship and had to search for a good while to find it again. Micromegas says that before he leaves earth, he will write them a “choice book of philosophy which would demonstrate the very essence of things. When the secretary of the Academy of Sciences at Paris receives the book and opens it, he finds that the pages are blank.
“Ay, ay,” said he, “this is just what I suspected.”
And thus it ends. Like I said, I’m not going to pretend I understand the ending, but it was an interesting short story anyways.

So, I finished Meditations last night – I had to. I had to just get it done. I mean, I loved it to bits and it’s totally on my top favs now…but sometimes he said the same thing over again in different words. Which was good sometimes because it stated a point more clearly than before, but other times it seemed redundant.
Soo…I’m loving this. The world needs more stoic philosophy and less…non-stoic philosophy. Right. Anyways, a few of these quotes put into words exactly the way I feel about some things, like this: