speak to me, socrates

Did you murder me, friend or foe?

There was a little drink of hemlock in it for me, but you suffered far worse things.

Excellent, one day I lived so well.

Why was my passion so deep for the youth?

I saw in them a potential to live a life deep in the here and now,

a chance to find a voice,

to live a good life, with fear set aside when it matters the most, and excellence in what they say and do,

don’t mock my words, read about them…

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