Doing A Bit More

By: A.B. Timothy

Have you unexpectantly found yourself with a bunch of free time, like me? I recently had a Tutoring student who I would tutor for four hours a week tell me he is taking a break for two weeks. This has freed up so much time for those two weeks, so what am I doing with it? Well, what do you do when you suddenly find yourself with more free time? Tell me in a comment below.

I have decided to start getting caught up on a lot of reading I wanted to get done for the past few months, but haven’t yet. Is that my own fault? Maybe. But does that mean I can’t course correct now? No! You will never get anywhere in life if you give up before you even start. Never stare up the stairs, my friends, only step up the steps.

So if you find yourself with a sudden influx of free time, don’t waste it, like you might be tempted to, but rather use it! Tackle that backlog, fold those clothes, edit that book, or walk that dog. Don’t sit around and doomscroll X or Instagram (unless you are doomscrolling my X @ABTimothyAuthor, in which case keep going).

Today, I got to my “office” (coffee shop) three hours earlier than I would have on a regular Wednesday, so what am I going to do with all that extra time? Well, so far, I’ve read today’s Bible reading in my “Bible in a Year” plan, I’ve promoted my show “Keeping The Beacon Lit” on X, and now I am writing this article. What will I do with the rest of my time? Probably get a bunch of editing done on my book, The Shards of Arthur’s Shield, and troll around on X promoting myself and building my following (importantly, not doomscrolling).

What will you do? Tell me below, let’s chat about it!

Notes on More’s Utopia #4

By: A.B. Timothy

Discourses of Raphael Hythloday, Of the Best State of a Commonwealth (Cont. again, and again)

We continue reading the introduction on the sixth page of my copy, beginning with the words, “I do not know whether it be worth while to tell what followed, for it was very ridiculous;”

In this paragraph, we meet the Fool, who is playing the part of the jester and is doing a mediocre job at it. When one of the men at dinner, for you will remember this scene, being one of Hythloday at dinner with a Cardinal and his house in Britain, makes note that Hythloday had taken care of the thieves, and the Cardinal had taken care of the vagabonds, and now there was but the poor to deal with.

The Fool pipes up and says that he can take care of the poor. He has dealt with them so much that they know not to waste their time begging him for alms anymore. The Fool suggests that the poor men be sent to Benedictine Monasteries to be made Lay-brothers and the women nuns. This suggestion upsets a Friar, who contests the idea, calling the Fool all kinds of names and insulting him with several insults from Scripture. The Cardinal shuts the whole thing down and calls out the Friar for not being prudent. The Friar quotes Solomon and says that he was just “Answering a fool according to his folly.” The Cardinal dismisses everyone for the evening after this exchange is done.

We’ve ended that discourse now and are back with Hythloday and More in the present. Hythloday explains that the fact that the courtiers of the Cardinal only applauded what the Cardinal liked in jest is the reason he won’t be a king’s counsel. More argues in the next paragraph that the opposite is true, and that this is the exact reason he should become counsel to a prince, however much he despises the courts of princes. More brings to mind Plato’s argument in favor of the Philosopher-king and says that kings need philosophers by their side to achieve this state and be the best ruler they can be for the people. Hythloday pushes back and says that the kings will not heed the wisdom of the philosophers in his court, and the only way to do what Plato was talking about is for the kings themselves to become philosophers. Plato himself found this to be true of Dionysius.

I believe this section is More explaining radical criminal justice reform, but couching it by speaking through a surrogate fictional character. To further distance himself from these radical thoughts, he tells the readers, ‘Hey guys, I’m right there with you, this guy should totally be a counsel or something, but he won’t listen to me, crazy, right?” I don’t know if More actually liked the idea of sending the poor to the Monasteries, but that would be an interesting thing to see.

The next motion in the conversation is Hythloday talking about the advice he might give to a king. The King of France has so many decisions to make about different lands that he wishes to subjugate and add to his empire. One wise advisor would give one form of advice that would involve conquering a piece of land, another would give advice about playing the long game of diplomacy, and another would give advice regarding a wholly different approach that would still increase the King’s power because more power is ultimately what the king wants. Hythloday, on the other hand, would argue that the king would abandon his expansionist ideals and focus on building up the stability and prosperity of lands already under his control. To support this idea Hythloday brings up a totally real country that was next to the also totally real Utopia, whose king conquered another country and was advised to give up the second country because the people of both countries would not prosper under, nor would they want to live under a divided king and have, as he puts it, “a groom that should be in common between him and another.” The king took the advice and gave the other country to his brother and went about making his own country prosperous, and it worked! But Hythloday asks More if he honestly thinks that this idea would be taken well in a king’s court.

This section contradicts the idea that Utopia, as a whole work, is proto-communist. For communism, you see, is globalist, and this section is inherently anti-globalist. This is a very isolationist idea.

Conclusion

I ended my reading this night, on page 37 of the text. I believe I should be able to finish the discourse section in two more note-taking sessions. If this intrigues you and you feel inspired to go read some old literature, consider subscribing to my WordPress so you get emails whenever I post a new part of this series or any other I am currently working on. Or sign up for my Newsletter to get updates every week on Saturday.

Notes on More’s Utopia #3

By: A.B. Timothy

Discourses of Raphael Hythloday, Of the Best State of a Commonwealth (Cont. again)

We continue reading the introduction on the sixth page of my copy, beginning with the words, “While I was talking this, the Counsellor, who was present, had prepared an answer…”

In this section, the Counsellor is about to speak up to debate Hythloday, but the Cardinal speaks him down, saying that they can debate if they have time to meet up tomorrow, as there is not enough time to have that debate today. Instead, the Cardinal asks, essentially, “What should we do then? If we lessen the punishment of criminals and stop killing thieves, then that will only embolden them to commit more crimes, right? If death already doesn’t stop them, wouldn’t things get worse if we loosen up?”

Hythloday responds by disagreeing. He doesn’t think that taking someone’s life from them for something as petty as money is working. This is because it treats all crimes the same as the Stoics may wish to do. But the reality, Hythloday argues, is that if people realize the punishment for theft is the same as murder, they would rather kill the person they are stealing from than leave them alive after the theft to testify against them. The same principle that Hythloday argues should restrain the death penalty for them, that being money is not worth the same as a human life, would work in reverse here to save the lives of those persons who have been killed during a robbery. If the thief fears not for their lives, they are more likely to leave the person alive and take their money only.

In the next paragraph, Hythloday answers the question, “What more convenient way of punishment can be found?” He goes on to describe a people he encountered during his travels in Persia. They are a content people with set borders that are not rich but are not poor, and don’t have to worry about invasion due to their geography and a tribute they pay to the Persian King every year. They are called the “Polylerits.” This name, should the reader understand the Greek roots, will tell the reader that this is a fictional people used as a prop by More to describe a political idea. Hythloday explains that these people, instead of killing their thieves, enslave them. This slavery is not what we today think of when we think of slvaes, rather this slavery is more of a Civil Service paid by the criminal to atone for their crimes. A thief must pay retribution to the victim of their crime, and if they can’t pay it, they are put to work by the state to earn the money that goes to the person they wronged. Giving one of these slaves anything is fine, so long as you don’t give them money. Giving them money, weapons, or aiding them in their escape is punishable by death. Escape itself is also punishable by death. To encourage the slaves to behave, they entice them to tell on slaves who have escaped or are planning to, by offering anyone who gives them information either money, if they are a free man, or liberty, if they are a slave.

The slaves are also forbidden from speaking with slaves from other counties in the state. This prevents a wide conspiracy towards rebellion. The Punishment for discovery being death, and the reward for betrayal being freedom, helps maintain this system. There are also several that are set at liberty every year because of good behavior on their part. The Counsellor says that this could never happen in England, as it would be too much of a risk and require too much upheaval. Then the Cardinal speaks up and says they could try it on a smaller scale, where a prince could condemn a thief to death and then forgo their punishment while keeping them in this “slave” state to test the idea. If it helped reform the criminal, then all the better; if not, they could just kill him. The cardinal also says this could be a good way to deal with some of the vagabonds on the streets, too, which many voices at the table agree with.

Interstingly Hythloday points out that the table seemed to disagree when the slavery concept was only in regard to criminals, but as soon as the Cardinal threw vagabonds in the mix, they all jumped on board.

Conclusion

I ended my reading on page 29 of the story as a whole. Slowly but surely, I will have the whole of this book notated here on my blog. It will be interesting to see if I get the chance to turn these notes into some kind of essay during my college career, but we will have to wait and see. If this intrigues you and you feel inspired to go read some old literature, consider subscribing to my WordPress so you get emails whenever I post a new part of this series or any other I am currently working on. Or sign up for my Newsletter to get updates every week on Saturday.

Warhammer 40k: Space Marine a Review

By: A.B. Timothy

Five days ago, I started a new game called Warhammer 40k: Space Marine. Just two nights ago, I finished the campaign on hard difficulty. I can say without doubt that I had a lot of fun playing this game. I got frustrated, I quit playing for a night because I kept getting crushed by the same checkpoint, only to then beat it on the first try the next day, and I really enjoyed the story. Perhaps because I was playing on hard mode, every emotional beat felt earned, every word of encouragement from the 2nd Lt. Mira lifted my shoulders, and every challenge overcome felt well fought. If you are looking for a fun arcade-y run-and-gun sci-fi experience (and you’ve already beaten all the Doom games), this would be a great game for you.

Story

The story of Warhammer 40k: Space Marine takes place on an Imperial Forge World. These worlds are massive, planet-sized factories. Their purpose is to provide the Imperial Militarum with all of their tech, like guns, tanks, ships, and Imperator-class Titans. The initial purpose of the Space Marines’ arrival on the planet is to push back the invasion. The world has been overrun with Orks, and only a small contingent of human defenders fights on to secure a future.

You play as Captain Titus of the Ultramarines. This legendary chapter of Space Marines is only called upon in the most dire of straits. You fight through the Xenos horde and find your way to the last human officer on the planet, 2nd Lt. Mira. This woman is a no-nonsense, brass tax kind of lady, and she expects and gets the same from you. You are both there to do a duty. She gives you intel on how you can destroy the main anti-air battery the works have, which has been preventing the landing of the liberation fleet.

After destroying the battery, you get a distress call from a member of the Inquisition. You find him gravely wounded and near death. He needs your help recovering an experimental power source from somewhere deep in the factory. On the way, you pass by a War Titan, a massive machine, said to be a gift from the Machine God, which looms over you, a sleeping giant.

You collect the powersource and survive exposure to unfiltered warp energies. The Warp is basically hell, so you were able to withstand the forces of hell pouring into the room. Neither you nor the Inquisitor can explain this. You push on and find your way to the top of a tower, where you are meant to use the power source to wipe out the Ork hordes. But you are betrayed. The inquisitor had died after he made the distress call to you and was possessed by a daemon of the warp. He and his Daemon Primarch have been manipulating you and your battlebrothers this whole time. You manage to take the powersource back and eventually utilize it in the Titan to blow up the spire where the Daemon is trying to open a Warp Portal big enough to bring an entire fleet of Daemons here from the warp.

After the spire is destroyed and the Daemon’s plans thwarted. You embark on a quest with your battlebrothers to kill this Prince of Daemons once and for all. You do. But exposure to the warp and resistance to it is considered heresy. So, after all is said and done, instead of getting the girl (Lt. Mira), you are arrested by the Inquisition and hauled away in chains to be investigated. A tragic ending to an otherwise heroic story.

Rating: 4 out of 5.

4/5 stars. I would highly recommend this game for anyone who likes the Warhammer 40k setting or heroic stories with tragic twists.

Mid-January Update

2026 has just begun! Let’s set some goals, shall we?

Social Media Goals

Novel Goals

> X Growth
I am well on track to reach 220 Followers on X before the end of the month. I am at 213 currently.
> A Weekly Short Story
I plan to edit or write a short story at least once a week to release alongside my Newsletter. So far I am 2 for 2
> A Weekly Newsletter
So far I am 2 for 2. I am considering changing this to a monthly newsletter.
> Daily Motivational/Non-fiction blogs
Of 13 days this year I have posted 7 Non-fiction blogs as of this blog. If I post one tomorrow that will keep me at about 4 per week.
The Shards of Arthur’s Shield <
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I have an appointment with my editor on the 21st to go over a game plan. So I have till then to finish getting the book up to first draft standards.
The Early Years of a Great Mage <
I will be placing this on the back burner until I have TSOAS off to a pro-editor.
Brothers’ Feud <
I will be placing this on the back burner until I have TSOAS off to a pro-editor.

How’s it going?

January is just beginning, but with December behind me and the whole of 2026 before me? I am feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time. Please pray for me if you are a praying kind of person.

The Warrior Reawakens

The Empress of the Terran Alliance, Queen of Mars, and cult proclaimed goddess of the Milky Way, opened her eyes after her morning prayers and supplications. Despite what the outlaw cult leaders might tell you, the great Empress herself was created by an even more powerful and creative God of the universe. Who better to serve than the creator of all things? Her prayers that morning, as they were every morning, were for wisdom, clarity of thought, and strength. Being Empress was not nearly as easy or as fun as what she had been before. Hundreds of years ago, before her reluctant Accession to the Throne of Power, Sally was just a college student studying art at the University of Arizona. Now, if she looked at a map, she wasn’t even sure if she could point to Arizona. The old nations have all been dissolved and reformulated under her rule, at least those of Terra Prima. The student loans, the boy troubles, the test anxiety, she would have it all back if it meant she did not need to worry about her Empire.

She collected herself, donning her royal robes, and stepped from her chambers in the Palace of Grace. The Palace was located upon Atlantis, the newly raised eighth continent and seat of power for the Empire. If one were to look at a map from when Sal was a girl, they would more than likely find it incomprehensible in those latter days. The Empress moved from her Palace to her Chambers just outside the Hall of the Chosen, where she would preside over the proceedings between her ten chosen councilors and the people’s ten councilors. Sal had set up this system only six years after she ascended to Empress. This took much burden off of her as the sole arbiter of justice, and instead left her to be a simple tie breaker should it be needed, which hardly ever occurred. In the six hundred years she has presided, and across the hundreds of councilors, she had to break a tie four times, if she remembered properly.

In her chambers awaited her “three daughters,” the highest rank attainable in the Terran Government by those of the low-blooded Terra Secondari, the underclass on Terra. Sal allowed their women to become her personal entourage as a show of unity between the two great sections of the world. The women fawned over Sal, believing her to be a goddess. After they had their chance to doll her up and make sure she was the most attractive being in the galaxy, even without her powers, Sal stepped out into the Council chambers.

The chambers were shaped as an oval; the party addressing the council stood in the center of the oval, having entered from the opposite side of the oval from where the Empress sat. Ten Councilors, five from each house, sat on either side of the addresser, lifted above them by about five feet on the platforms. The oval, at its widest, was twenty feet across, and its depth was three times that at sixty feet deep. The space from the ground to the ceiling, however, was around fifty-five feet. The entire room was imposing, not without purpose. The grandeur of the highest court in the Empire was nothing to be considered trife.

Sal had heard the murmurings among the council members as they awaited her arrival, and the sudden hush and dead silence was pierced only by the soft clopping of her heels on the darkened marble floor, which made up the ground she trod across to take her place behind the ceremonial veil. Laurana Tash took her place just outside the veil, where she could declare the court in session by introducing the Empress. “All rise,” Sal heard more than saw her councilors rise and bow. “The Queen of Atlantis, Queen of Terra Secondaria, Queen of Terra Prima, Queen of Mars, Empress of the Great Terran Alliance, Lady of the Day, and Daughter of the Creator, Sal Unborn, presides, this day, over all the Great Light touches. Council is now in session.”

Most of the issues and queries made by the people that day were handled by the councilors with almost no input from the throne. What little input there was came by way of Laurana the Empress’ Mouth. Laurana had served Sal for over one hundred years now. The Empress found herself bored to the point of exhaustion just as she had every day for those last hundred years. Nothing exciting ever happened anymore. The last addresser of the Council to call for military aid had stood before them nearly two hundred years ago. The rebellions were crushed, the world was at peace and bathed in prosperity, and even the stars were being colonized as they spoke. Sal almost begged for something to happen. As if He heard her cries, the Creator decided today was the day.

The quiet of deliberation was suddenly broken by the doors to the Council Chamber being slammed open. The Empress made no sudden move, but instead slowly sat upright as if she was more insulted by the interruption than startled. Sal opened her mouth, and Laurana spoke. “Who enters into the presence of her Grace without appointment?” Looking through Laurana’s eyes, Sal could see the disheveled man who had barged in.

The old man was bloodied and broken, hobbling on one leg, dragging the other behind before tripping and slamming into the dias that held the great sigil of the Council. “My Empress, they are here, Atlantis’ shield has been compromised, the Herrium have sent an advance force of… of humans! Empress, save us, save your people!”

Sal suddenly felt odd; the world paused before her eyes. She had not personally entered Slip-time since she was a girl. Something about this man slammed into those warrior instincts as if a gong from another life was being rung loudly in her mind. Sal stepped from her veil and began levitating up and eventually passed through the skylight in the chamber’s ceiling. Outside the Palace of Grace, she looked up and saw what the man was talking about. An invasion fleet flooded out of the side of an orbiting dreadnought. Was that Bohdi’s Bismarck? It couldn’t be. 

Either way, the empress stretched her neck and felt a deep crack as if something finally snapped back into place after hundreds of years. Her royal robes burned off her body, and she felt the gust of wind clothe her in her old hero garments from the before times.  A red body-length coat wrapped around her waist, forcing an hourglass figure she had not known for many, many years. Her legs were covered in black leather boots that went up to her knee, and her face cast aside all the glamorous makeup done by her daughters that morning, replaced by a simple foundation, blush, and lipstick combination she had been known for. The lipstick, of course, was poisonous. That was truly a relic. Being from the days before her heroics. Sal sighed as she had to mentally adjust the fit; she was not twenty years old anymore, even if her joints didn’t know it.

Bodhi, a once loyal bodyguard to the Empress, had told her many times she should spend even an hour a week sparring with other Gifted warriors, to keep herself in pique condition for an eventuality such as this. Now, she supposed, she would go and tell Bodhi he was right, in person.

The Utter State of Public Libraries

By: A.B. Timothy

I am at a branch of my local Public Library system today, as a writer group that I am a part of meets here. I got here a few hours early so that I could get some editing done on “The Shards of Arthur’s Shield,” my debut fantasy novel set to release in May 2026. I have been passively observing things from my place near a half-wall, where I am set up with my laptop away from the public computers but adjacent to them.

The utter state of this place breaks my heart. To my left is a lounge area that is meant for the public to come and read magazines, drink coffee, and catch up on their TBR. Only one person in the entire area is doing that out of the dozen that I have seen come and go. The rest are homeless people who are lounging about, three sleeping and one splayed out on the floor like it’s his living room carpet. To my right, almost every one of the two dozen computers is being used by people who are clearly homeless, and others who don’t respect it. I used to come to the library when I was a kid and use the computers to play games, so I get that, but if you are in your twenties, have four luggage bags piled next to you and look like you haven’t showered in a week, get your life together, quit playing the game, and learn an employable skill.

Public libraries should be for the public who wish to better themselves or who pay taxes. They should not be open to being abused and loitered at by those who want to take advantage of them.

You have the entire breadth of human knowledge at your fingertips; go do something with that, be something.

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Notes on More’s Utopia #2

By: A.B. Timothy

Discourses of Raphael Hythloday, Of the Best State of a Commonwealth (Cont.)

We continue reading the introduction on the sixth page of my copy, beginning with the words, “As he told us of many things that were amiss in those new- discovered countries…”

This section, given from the mouth of Raphael Hythloday (a man we know to be a fiction and thus his words may be rightly attributed to Thomas More), is a dialogue on questions about Hythloday’s credibility and reasoning. Both Thomas More, himself a character in the story, and his friend, Peter Giles, question the good philosopher on his lack of public service. After Hythloday tells them all there is to be told about the “Utopians” and their state, “from which patterns might be taken for correcting the errors of these nations among whom we live…”, More asks Hythloday why he has not taken this knowledge to a king so he might be hired as an advisor of sorts, or be given riches. Hythloday explains that he has already given away everything he had gathered as a younger man, so he would not have to deal with dividing his fortune among his friends as older men often must do. Hythloday goes on to explain that he has his reasons for not going to a king. He says that they are all too concerned with warring and taking more territory for their nation that they would not be, and are not, interested in bettering the governance they practice over the lands they already own. On top of this, Hythloday is not interested in playing politics with these princes nor the councilors who serve on their courts. Some would be jealous of his new ideas, and others would try to get on his good side. The politics of it all bore him, and he would rather spend his remaining time how he sees fit.

My takeaway is this: Thomas More lived in a time when fiction required a great deal of believability before people were willing to indulge in it and engage with the ideas it presented. Today, we only must worry about believable characters when writing our fiction. Whereas, in those days, they must make the whole fiction as plausible as possible. This dialogue, it seems then, is an answer to those ministers, lords, kings, and parliamentarians who, when reading the story, would ask, “Well, why have I never heard of this ‘Hythloday’ character?” Thomas is anticipating this question by essentially asking it himself, allowing his readers to continue to suspend their disbelief. He will get into greater detail in this next paragraph, where Hythloday goes over his fictional time in England that, conveniently enough, occurred during the First Cornish Rebellion.

This next dialogue, which lasts ten pages, explores Hythloday’s relationship with John Morton, Archbishop of Canterbury, Cardinal, and Chancellor of England. Hythloday is at dinner with the Chancellor and some of his friends when they are discussing the execution of thieves, boasting that “there were sometimes twenty on one gibbet!” (A gibbet is a place where they displayed criminals they had hanged.) Hythloday (More’s thoughts) rips into the men. All this death was nothing to boast about. It was not only unjust that they killed them for something as petty as theft, but also that they had gotten to the point where they felt they must steal. Hythloday goes on to describe how rough the people of England have it. Many veterans, having lost limbs in the Cornish Rebellion and in other conflicts fought with France, have been forced into poverty from their lack of ability to work. He then goes on a several-page-long side tangent talking about the morality of keeping a standing army, before returning to the root of the thievery problem.

This aside about standing soldiers kept by lords to enforce their borders and capture criminals comments on what becomes of these soldiers. Many of them are hard men from the aforementioned wars and thus are preferred by the lords of the land to protect their assets. This is good because it keeps them from thievery (and veterans often make very good thieves). But it is not good because only the best of the best get chosen to be these guards, leaving the rest of the veterans to fall into the ways of thieving poverty. These men aren’t even good to keep around as a standing army, as they get dull and soft during their time away from war. When they get soft and effeminate, they fall, often times to crime, just to get a thrill. These standing armies have also been a bad thing in the past, he mentions Rome, Carthage, and Syria, as examples of what having standing armies that grow soft can do to a nation. Then he turns back to poverty.

Hythloday argues that it is landlords who have been buying up villages just to knock them down, force their inhabitants into the cities, and build pastures for their massive flocks of sheep. There is rampant inflation, and these poor villagers, who did not have much money to begin with, found that their money lasted an even shorter time in the city. Ultimately, Hythloday recommends a return to the Rural lifestyle and the forced sale of many of these massive and unnecessary land plots, back to the people so they can live in an independent but ultimately more secure way. This will alleviate much of the thievery problem and help the citizens of their nation. A win-win that will end much of the unjust killing of criminals who, Hythloday claims, these very men created by their policies.

Again, More is relaying his critiques of his own homeland, it seems, through a fictional surrogate in Hythloday. Some of these arguments appear to be progressive and almost socialist in places. This section is the first time we see one of Hythloday’s ideas, which is clearly influenced by his time in Utopia (No-Place). More is laying out an idealized vision for his home of England, how much of this More himself sees as feasible is yet to be seen.

Conclusion

I ended my reading on page 20 of the work as a whole, meaning I read 14 pages today. I am about 33% of the way through this section of discourses from Hythloday, after which, we will be getting into the vision of Utopia itself. If you want to read along, I would highly encourage it. I covered the first 6 pages of the work in my post yesterday. Go check those out and read along with a free PDF of the book from the internet. If this intrigues you and you feel inspired to go read some old literature, consider subscribing to my WordPress so you get emails whenever I post a new part of this series or any other I am currently working on. Or my Newsletter to get updates every week on Saturday.

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Notes on More’s Utopia #1

By: A.B. Timothy

Discourses of Raphael Hythloday, Of the Best State of a Commonwealth

This first section begins with a great deal of people being introduced to the reader. King Henry VIII sent our author, Thomas More, to Flanders to be ambassador to Prince Charles. More was a companion to Cuthbert Tonstal, a recently named Master of the Rolls. It is clear that More holds Tonstal in very high esteem, as he says anything he would say about him would be like the proverb, “Show the sun with a lantern.” Almost a “you had to meet him” commendation. According to the introduction from the copy I have, Tonstal was a rising churchman, chancellor to the Archbishop of Canterbury (1515), later he was made Archdeacon of Chester before finally being made Master of the Rolls in 1516. Certainly, this is a man of great accomplishment. Next, we meet the Margrave of Bruges, who led the men appointed by Prince Charles to meet with More at Bruges. Even though he was not the leader, George Temse, Provost of Casselsee, “was esteemed wisest, and…spoke for the rest….” (More) He was also a man of law, much like More himself was, having studied law in London after leaving Oxford. After their meeting, the men left, back to Brussels to find out what the Prince wanted. More went to Antwerp and met with several visitors, among whom was Peter Giles, a man whom More cannot speak highly enough of. Such goodly was his company that it “lessened any longings to go back to [his] country and to [his] wife and children….”(See footnote 1) (This Peter fellow must have been quite the conversationalist.)

It was this Giles fellow who would introduce More to the roving Portuguese Philosopher called Raphael Hythloday, the very same spoken of in the title of this section. This man had traveled far and wide with an explorer of renown who is called Americus Vesputius in these pages, but we know better as Amerigo Vespucci, the explorer after whom the American Continents get their names. Having accompanied this great man on three of Vespucci’s four voyages, Hythloday chose, along with 23 other men, to remain ashore at the farthest place Vespucci would explore. However, Hythloday did not wish to die there, in some far off unknown corner of the world, and therefore set out with 5 men. They traveled through many countries before, by God’s grace, finding Portuguese ships to carry the philosopher home that he might return to his native country.

Note: Raphael Hythloday’s name means “knowing in trifles”. He is a fictional character, through whom Thomas More told the tale of his Utopia.

This philosopher is learned in Latin and Greek and has applied himself more to Greek because of his love of philosophy. More claims the Romans left no value in Philosophy, save Seneca and Cicero. I don’t know that I agree, but this belief, coming from More, makes sense given that the Renaissance was focused on a revival of Greek culture and philosophy, not Roman.

For the next few pages, Hythloday regales us with the story of his adventure. They travelled, furnished by some unnamed lord of some unnamed county, south, over the equator and down into another land. More uses a desert landscape as a sort of liminal transition place between civilized hubs. Perhaps the fantastical things seen by Hythloday as he continued south could be chalked up to heat stroke. There in the south, they found “nations, towns, and cities, that had not only mutual commerce among themselves and with their neighbors, but traded, both by sea and land, to very remote countries.” (More) At first, all they found were small, flat, perhaps fishing-style vessels, but then they found ships quite large and familiar to their cohort. Hythloday was welcomed quickly and warmly, for he taught these sailors, who already knew of Astronomy and navigation, the use of the “needle”, of which they were ignorant.

Note: The “needle” here is talking about a magnetic compass.

More and Giles asked Hythloday about the institutions and more noble things of the cities, but did not ask about monsters.

Conclusion

I have read and notated above 6 pages of the story proper. My E-Reader says I am about 8% of the way through the story as a whole, but that is only because I read the introduction yesterday, which I used for reference here today, but did not notate in its entirety. These six pages were a good introduction to the story and the device by which More intends to tell it at length. They are also about ten percent of the entire first-named section, “Discourses of Raphael Hythloday, Of the Best State of a Commonwealth.” I will likely read and notate the rest of this section and the book as a whole. I will see you all tomorrow with the next section.

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Building Creative Habits

By: A.B. Timothy

What creative habits do you want to build? Have you always wanted to write a book? What about playing an instrument? Write a poem or a song? Whatever art is your passion, you should try and figure out a way to enjoy it and create a habit around it.

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I have an easy time explaining habits around writing and how to build them, but even if you don’t write, you can still do a little bit every day and get better and better. For example, let’s say you love drawing, but you work a full-time job, are in school for engineering, and are also a family man or woman. “I have no time!” I hear you say. Yes, you do. Ask yourself this: Do I have time to watch television? Do I have time to scroll TikTok or Instagram Reels? Do I have time to argue with strangers on the internet regarding fruitless theological takes or politics (I’m looking in a mirror on this one)? If you answered yes to any of those, then you have time!

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Take some of that time you spend engaging in less productive things, and reassign it to more productive and creative tasks. Maybe, while watching television with your husband or wife at the end of the night, doodle, or jot down the outline for a story you have been thinking about writing. This does not have to take away from your time spent with family by any means, but perhaps it can instead enhance it.

What’s the point? Good question. There is research that says those who think outside the box more often usually have a better mood and a better outlook on life.1

So do yourself a favor and engage in creativity; somehow, someway, you will thank yourself for it later.

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  1. Tan, Yi, et al. “Being Creative Makes You Happier: The Positive Effect of Creativity on Subjective Well-Being.” International Journal of Environmental Research and Public Health, vol. 18, no. 14, 2021, p. 7244, https://doi.org/10.3390/ijerph18147244. Accessed 6 Jan. 2026. ↩︎