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Ubi bene ibi patria
I gaze at the brilliant full moon. The same one, I think to myself, at which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed.
Suddenly, I imagine they appear and sit beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one's right to die and wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come the closest to Utopia, and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements and I show him a periodic table.
I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one. They all gasp with wonder and astonishment.
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
Suddenly, I imagine they appear and sit beside me.
I tell Socrates about the national debate over one's right to die and wonder at the constancy of the human condition.
I tell Plato that I live in the country that has come the closest to Utopia, and I show him a copy of the Constitution.
I tell Aristotle that we have found many more than four basic elements and I show him a periodic table.
I get a box of kitchen matches and strike one. They all gasp with wonder and astonishment.
We spend the rest of the night lighting farts.