The Philosophy of Socrates: Part XV
A Fire in Athens
--The Flames grew high, citizens of Athens accumulating around the corner store that blazed high above the building, Socrates approaching slowly as a man argued with Athenian Police--
How dare you...you police scum...you allow kids to burn my building down...and you say I can't charge them with arson?
I can't only because one of the Kids belongs to a senate committee member...how can you be so low...so discerning?
I will not calm down...I will not relax...I will voice myself for all to hear...this is discrimination on all levels...so what if I'm not a native here,
Don't put your hands on me police officer...you man of the state's evil ways...you let my building burn...your holding my life ransom.
Walk over here my friend...those police do the same to me...treat wisdom like rats in the street...they will let your business burn,
Do you think it is truly the time though for your voice to be raised for all to hear?
I do not wish to see you locked down for your own individuality my friend...Do you not hear those officers talk about arresting you now?
Old Man...you don't understand...those kids...the wealthy looking one to be exact...his father is a senate member...they let him do it,
Just for a laugh...because I'm not from here...don't you see...false democracy on all levels...they let my culture...my Persian rugs burn,
They let my life fall away...how will I support my family...my love...my freedom...my only source of happiness old man...why??
My fellow soul...you will experience life anew...material goods are not what makes life whole...that fire is nature's enforcer,
Do you not see that maybe the Gods wish to see you move on to something better?
Maybe a life that is much more relevant than an Athenian Storefront...A place of business for money and wealth?
A wealthy kid destroyed your store...but your letting a natural event that was meant to happen cause your mental downfall,
Do you want your life to fall apart...or will you pick up the shattered glass of your soul's energy that the crowd is trying to take from you?
Old Man...I want to throw hostilities your way as well...but your truly right...my grandparents taught me Persian morals,
These represent the basic principalities of life...happiness...understanding...atonement...empathy with a sympathy backdrop... and freedom to choose your true calling,
I must obey these rules...rather I wish to bury myself among dead feelings...the true things in life are not materials...you are right old friend,
Officer...I am sorry for my misfortune...and your poltical motives are no longer my concern...your civil servants will simply have to pay for a new building,
In that aspect...I will gain my revenge...pounds of gold reserve later out of your pocket...not mine...I will find a new life full of happiness rather than greed...thank you wise one.
Anytime...I saw you were emotionally troubled and I felt I could help...remember that everything in life is guided in some form or another,
Do you follow in fate's footsteps...or do you strive to perceive life in remarkable accordance?
Build a new path my friend...lay the cobblestone to your new life...your new unbeaten path...build emotional storefronts along your mental road...live freely and believe.
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