“Why do you think he’s going over there?” I asked Sekhmet.
“Ah, he ran into Athena who was spouting a lot of slush by Socrates.”
“Uhm…wouldn’t think you could call Socrates’ thought slush.”
“What would you know about it…there’s nothing down on Earth left of what he even really said! Just hearsay via Plato you know.”
I left the library.
spring is a reality
philosophy mankind’s game
ducks laugh on the lake