Socrates: The Birth of my Inner Voice

Scene setting: Late-night hour, a soft summer breeze is blowing and I’m laying in a hammock, reading a book about people who talk about philosophy.  U Hi. Y WTFFF???!? Who is this? U It’s me. Your unwanted brainchild. I have a question for you, mister. Y WHAT DO YOU MEAN BRAINCHILD?!? U It just meansContinue reading “Socrates: The Birth of my Inner Voice”