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Strange indeed would be my conduct, O men of Athens: when ordered by the generals whom you chose to command me at Potidaea and Amphipolis and Delium, I remained where they placed me, like any other man: facing death. But now I believe the gods order me to fulfil the philosopher's mission of searching into myself and other men, and if I were to desert my post through fear of death or any other fear that would indeed be strange and I might justly be called to court for denying the existence of the gods. If I disobeyed the Oracle because I was afraid of death then I should be fancying that I was wise when I was not wise. For this fear of death is indeed the pretence of wisdom and not real wisdom, being the appearance of knowing the unknown, since no one knows whether death - which they in their fear apprehend to be the greatest evil - may not be the greatest good. Is there not here conceit of knowledge, which is a disgraceful sort of ignorance?
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Strange indeed would be my conduct, O men of Athens: when ordered by the generals whom you chose to command me at Potidaea and Amphipolis and Delium, I remained where they placed me, like any other man: facing death. But now I believe the gods order me to fulfil the philosopher's mission of searching into myself and other men, and if I were to desert my post through fear of death or any other fear that would indeed be strange and I might justly be called to court for denying the existence of the gods. If I disobeyed the Oracle because I was afraid of death then I should be fancying that I was wise when I was not wise. For this fear of death is indeed the pretence of wisdom and not real wisdom, being the appearance of knowing the unknown, since no one knows whether death - which they in their fear apprehend to be the greatest evil - may not be the greatest good. Is there not here conceit of knowledge, which is a disgraceful sort of ignorance?
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» Scars with history
Throat slash scar
When I was around about seven years old my stepfather took us all on a glorious holiday to the Isle of Sheppey. If that wasn't enough of a dream come true, while I was there I managed to not see a neck-high strip of barbed wire, and blissfully ran into it. Unfortunately I don't have the original pictures to hand, but here's how it looks now after some tidying-up surgery (excuse dodgy cam)
While I was off in hospital getting skin grafts, my step-brothers were playing with a World War Two shell they found on Minster beach, not knowing it was in fact live ammunition until the bomb squad descended upon them. Happy days.
(Sat 5th Feb 2005, 22:27, More)
Throat slash scar
When I was around about seven years old my stepfather took us all on a glorious holiday to the Isle of Sheppey. If that wasn't enough of a dream come true, while I was there I managed to not see a neck-high strip of barbed wire, and blissfully ran into it. Unfortunately I don't have the original pictures to hand, but here's how it looks now after some tidying-up surgery (excuse dodgy cam)
While I was off in hospital getting skin grafts, my step-brothers were playing with a World War Two shell they found on Minster beach, not knowing it was in fact live ammunition until the bomb squad descended upon them. Happy days.
(Sat 5th Feb 2005, 22:27, More)
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I've got your number...
I'm an expert in directory enquiries software and data.
(Well, some of it.)
It means I spend much of my day looking rows of gobbledegook like 56744.54369-45-64#I#3#B#-05#1234-665544# and all I see is blonde, brunette, redhead... and it means I know where you live.
(Fri 24th Jun 2005, 23:33, More)
I've got your number...
I'm an expert in directory enquiries software and data.
(Well, some of it.)
It means I spend much of my day looking rows of gobbledegook like 56744.54369-45-64#I#3#B#-05#1234-665544# and all I see is blonde, brunette, redhead... and it means I know where you live.
(Fri 24th Jun 2005, 23:33, More)