Socratic Wisdom

‘I am wiser than this man; it is likely that neither of us knows anything worthwhile, but he thinks he knows something when he does not, whereas when I do not know, neither do I think I know; so I am likely to be wiser than he to this small extent, that I do not think I know what I do not know.’

Socrates, Apology, Part I

… free and daring speculation …

A state of things in which a large portion of the most active and inquiring intellects find it advisable to keep the genuine principles and grounds of their convictions within their own breasts, and attempt, in what they address to the public, to fit as much as they can of their own conclusions to premises which they have internally renounced, cannot send forth the open, fearless characters, and logical, consistent intellects who once adorned the thinking world. The sort of men who can be looked for under it, are either mere conformers to commonplace, or time-servers for truth, whose arguments on all great subjects are meant for their hearers, and are not those which have convinced themselves. Those who avoid this alternative, do so by narrowing their thoughts and interest to things which can be spoken of without venturing within the region of principles, that is, to small practical matters, which would come right of themselves, if but the minds of mankind were strengthened and enlarged, and which will never be made effectually right until then: while that which would strengthen and enlarge men’s minds, free and daring speculation on the highest subjects, is abandoned.

John Stuart Mill, Philosopher, 1806-1873
Of the Liberty of Thought and Discussion
On Liberty, Chapter II

Feels Like Heaven

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Heaven is closer now today, the sound is in my ears
I can’t believe the things you say, they echo what I fear
Twisting the bones until they snap, I scream but no one knows
Say I’m familiar, cold to touch and then you turn and go

See how we planned for saddened eyes and tears to pave the way
I fought the fever as I knew, my hair it turned to grey
Study your face and fade the frame, too close for comfort now
We can recall the harmony that lingered but turned sour

You wanted all I had to give
See me, I feel, see me, I live