Secret Weapon
Before The State demonized me to death, i foot-soldiered until i was 48 - hailed as: a war hero
Tall, strong, courageous. Cool in pressure situations - known for my endurance
If that sounds sexy - sorry to ruin it: i’m … ugly as sin
Now that i find myself re-ensconced in civilized society, i still feel like an outsider
Of course, the horrors of war follow you home, but a side-effect of accepting that reality, is: they dissolve a lotta other bs in ya mind
Leaving a residual ability to detect: fake projecting
An active interest in it. It’s this same inquisitiveness that provokes all the intellectual insecurity - the headwind of furious hostility
Curiously, i’m an ignoramus - first to admit it - just some person - thirsting to learn - by conversing openly with: The Experts
How bad can that be …?
As it happened, quite early in my journey of inquiry, a pattern came to light: our elites, are, seemingly, not as wise as they would have us believe
Initially, i thought: they might be glad to discover the error of their thinking … … in the spirit of human endeavour … ! together lift the lid on it !
See, told you i’m an idiot
My secret weapon is: a Question
Shining a light. One piece of the puzzle at a time …
I like nailing down the details - til you arrive at: the actual truth of the matter
Beyond the official version
An activist nuisance if you like. That’s why The State labelled me: an evil influence on the youth
Can’t have them questioning the wisdom of the system
I say The State, but the main-man stage-managing the case against me is a wealthy son of an industry mogul - which is the reason he was made general of a war fleet
How did he handle himself in the heat of battle? Well … 10 years ago, he was charged with: treason - for: failing to fire a shot when everyone was relying on him to complete his mission
But here’s the real beauty of money - he got off. Why? ... : he bribed the jury - literally the first human to ever do it. A true visionary. Living proof that being a politician … is … never having to feel contrition (Anytus)
Once the verdict was in, i was given a chance to: Beg The Mercy of THE Court
What punishment ought you get for your crimes, then, in your opinion?
I was meant to recant, say: exile. Give everyone a way out
But to hell with that. I replied:
How ‘bout a Gov-paid stipend for: the rest of my life … ? Sweet deal, i’m already seventy …
Make it in appreciation of the fact that i’ve fought, for free, to reveal: The Establishment’s Group-Thought mentality…
They didn’t go for that. I didn’t repent. Finally, I prophesize: Sure, it’ll feel great, when you initially get rid of me … but taking an innocent man’s life away … coz … he questioned your reasoning …?
Despite all your public Messaging, that shit’s destined to get ugly, real quickly, in the gaze of history
(Guesses)
The end was: a poisoned chalice - hemlock - concocted by the resident alchemist
He was trying to administer it, but was nervous as fuck - finally i said - give it here - i'll drink it myself
By so doing, i transcend death
with my last breath i say : i owe a cockerel to Asclepius (the last mortal to become a God*) - don’t forget to pay it
From beyond the grave, I continue to play a pivotal role in: THE Golden Age of Philosophy
Schools of which will run fine for another: 900 years after my passing
Right up until the Dark Ages
(Guesses)
Ans: Socrates
* Asclepius - Greek God of Medicine (son of Apollo) was a mortal who became immortalized as a God. Gifted doctor in real life - could reputedly resurrect the dead … (possible if you knew CPR)
At length Zeus, afraid that Asclepius might render all men immortal, slew him with a thunderbolt