Then let us again examine whether that is a sound statement, or do we let it pass, and if one of us, or someone else, merely says that something is so, do we accept that it is so? Or should we examine what the speaker means? – Socrates, Euthryphro, Plato, Five Dialogues, Euthyphro, Apology, Crito, Meno, Phaedo

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The professor of philosophy who forgets that philosophy is about wisdom may still be a real lover of knowledge, may still be a great creative scholar, and may even still be a very good person, but he will not really be a philosopher. When he speaks, especially on moral, practical, or political matters, his words may represent nothing but the most dangerous folly, without the Socratic perspective and drive to correct it. All too often, brilliant fools seem to be the stock-in-trade of academia and the intelligentsia. – Aegyptophilus

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Beware of not-axioms and distinct derivations — they are business. What do you do with business? You FAX it. FAX is business. Garbage (on the other hand) = resource. Repair memory. Do not use only as directed unless you want to find out what you already know – again.

Do you want to dress to kill? Fine, then strip down to your bones.

Ohh how lovely that reminds me — How famous everything is!

Am I also?

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We are in public places because the private places are filled up with the hearts of the easily offended. They are always invited but don’t want to come. This makes some of us sad, and (publicly) long.

No more hazards, dirges, consignments – please. I beleive in everything.

Even the nailbiting excuses.

[drifting meter, lagging ring, obedient fingers that follow the circles in the dark, slip from the lips and teeth and tongue, alight from the lover's mouth, legs and limbs gone rag, not gone, begotten, smokey mountain heart, wet wound breath, one phrase always - i love i love i love...]

There are bird tracks and nothing in the sky; something lived, left, and left something…

You really get scared in a haunted house sometimes when it really is haunted.

Gideon is in the drawer next to the bed next to the coinslot for the vibration machine. The snow is thinking when it falls. The heater hissing.

All is on the whole’s behalf.

[His eyes so black they looked pretend, and that's what scared me.]

Here’s one: pocketknife. Here’s one: divine surface. There is a smooth black stone beneath the skin of each of my upper arms, and these stones are important.

I heard a lady say, “that stuff is wet,” about the snow. I wanted to suck on her nipples and kiss her breast immediately.

I live for her now as I have always lived for her. I owe this concentration the indefatigable right to be life with eyes.  It is almost March.

There. Now I may watch my credulous breath.