I lie crying on my bed after reading sobbing running tears, I cannot deny that I hold so true to my warm heart, as the head jerks while the hands grab the years, of the story foretold of the Athens , oh, most dear, let the tears come to rest as I'm touched by you, seeing the maket square while the rooster roars, of the only thing that I only know is that I love you, examining the poets,artians and oracle's folklore, my eyes awaken as Plato comes sitting in a trance , we" love you" blaring in my ears listening to the gentle winds soar, neither, of us can pretend that we didn't love the stance, my blood boils to violently shake out tears , I will not leave you sitting next to the inmate's bed, i wll not leave my only friend I hold you dear, for without the examination I would of stayed by the riverbed, wondering what the only thing I not could not known, that loving is the examination is the only worthy thing living, the only thing I know of the worhty thing that loving is the thing...
2006-10-01 12:10:07 · 3 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Philosophy
Nice.
2006-10-01 12:12:36 · answer #1 · answered by almostdead 4 · 0⤊ 0⤋
A.J., you wrote to me but evidentally you do not have your yahoo account open to accept letters so I could not answer you in a conventional way. I am going to look at your websites tomorrow. I have a sore throat and it's after one here, but you are welcomed for the comment. It would be interesting to exchange views, so I will be looking forward to it. Yeah, it was sad about Socrates wasn't it, but it was brave and he did so much good, that it was a worthwhile life. Ends don't always mean as much as middles, ya know?
2006-10-03 02:21:34 · answer #2 · answered by honorbright24 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Hence the Love of Wisdom -- Philo-Sophia ?
2006-10-01 19:29:43 · answer #3 · answered by : ) 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋