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Ubi bene ibi patria
I gaze upon a brilliant full moon. The same moon, I think to myself, at which Socrates, Aristotle, and Plato gazed upon so many years ago.
In a flight of fancy, I imagine they appear beside me and we spoke.
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 a 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 the latest periodic table.
I produced a box of wooden matches and they immediately become more attentive. I strike one. They all gasp with wonder and astonishment and we spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
In a flight of fancy, I imagine they appear beside me and we spoke.
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 a 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 the latest periodic table.
I produced a box of wooden matches and they immediately become more attentive. I strike one. They all gasp with wonder and astonishment and we spend the rest of the night lighting farts.
