The Majority Of The Common People Loathe

There Is No Joy In Possession Without Sharing.

What Difference Is There, Do You Think, Between Those In Plato's Cave Who Can Only Marvel At The Shadows And Images Of Various Objects, Provided They Are Content And Don't Know What They Miss, And The Philosopher Who Has Emerged From The Cave And Sees The Real Things?

Nothing Is So Foolish, They Say, As For A Man To Stand For Office And Woo The Crowd To Win Its Vote, Buy Its Support With Presents, Court The Applause Of All Those Fools And Feel Self-satisfied When They Cry Their Approval, And Then In His Hour Of Triumph To Be Carried Round Like An Effigy For The Public To Stare At, And End Up Cast In Bronze To Stand In The Market Place.

Now I Believe I Can Hear The Philosophers Protesting That It Can Only Be Misery To Live In Folly, Illusion, Deception And Ignorance, But It Isn't -it's Human.

The Nearer People Approach Old Age The Closer They Return To A Semblance Of Childhood, Until The Time Comes For Them To Depart This Life, Again Like Children, Neither Tired Of Living Nor Aware Of Death.