Hi Edna. Is Seneca serious? The difficulty of poverty is how narrow and how real its dictate, a hyper-real state of utter, and utterly personal disillusionment. The last, single, black potato on your plate, your inability to ignore how mean yet how valuable, how crucially you need the despised thing.
If you're a rich person and have the maid dish out that single potato for dinner, tell you that it’s your last, while you yourself know differently, having paid good money for tomorrow’s steaks, how prepared would that leave you for poverty? No matter how good you play at poverty part of you is the conscious director who can never be prepared when real, inescapable, humiliating poverty shows up for dinner.
I’m not too convinced about the analogy of practicing on difficult musical scores in order to be prepared for the performance, not in the context Seneca speaks of. Doesn’t he speak of negative capability? As when you show up on opening night and not a single person shows up to hear you. Becoming skilled musically would be of no help at all.
Leaving Seneca aside, Edna, as a practical, everyday matter poverty is the foundational state of sanity. Each layer of abundance must be chosen carefully and adopted with caution. As an artist you have to know that. An excessive life stands a good chance of losing track of talent, the artist practicing where there is insufficient poverty, the riches, even subjective ones, crowding out genius.
As for any looming economic disaster, the best preparation would be an activism to insure that the rich suffer as much as any other.