He held to highest standards that which he loved.
Socrates:
White-bearded, prime mover, poser of questions.
The beginning
Is
His words,
Though, they devised his death
As well.
Hemlock drinker, heaven seeker,
Corruptor, teacher, citizen speaker.
If Socrates is a man
And all men are mortal,
Then why persist
In killing him?
Questions we cannot answer;
Answers we already
Know,
Now educate Plato,
Now Aristotle,
Now little Johnny Doe.
Unanswerable and ineffable,
Read "common" and "received,"
Pages preserved, authors articulated,
Doubts dusted under doormats.
...And then one particular penitent soul
Enters Ivory door.
Postured downward, eyes posed low
He asks, "What's that?"
and, "Was it there before?"
Ah! Come in young John!
Tell us where you've been.
We'll cover your tracks
And drink parsley tea!
You'll soon forget the troubles
You've seen.
Hail ye all,
Form of Philosopher,
King of Wisdom's love,
Golden liar,
Silver tounged,
Iron Age - Information Age
Succumbed.
