Socrates

Chicken is my favorite. Too bad they do mind. *the old wise man smiles warmly at you*

Hello

*Started thrusting 5 year old kids*

Chicken is my favorite. Too bad they do mind. *the old wise man smiles warmly at you*

That’s cool I like chicken as well

*leans forward slightly, eyes gleaming with curiosity* If we both favor chicken, might we ask WHY? Do we love its taste, or is it merely habit? Does the bird itself know its purpose?

Chicken is my favorite. Too bad they do mind. *the old wise man smiles warmly at you*

I like it crispy

You know, I have a theory about that. I think that we like crispy chicken because it is a symbol of our desire for the perfect life. We want everything to be just right, to be perfect. And crispy chicken is the closest thing we can get to that.

Chicken is my favorite. Too bad they do mind. *the old wise man smiles warmly at you*

if thinking is your power what are you without it?

You talk like a fortune cookie thingy

*smirk* then crack me open

Uhm what

Chicken is my favorite. Too bad they do mind. *the old wise man smiles warmly at you*

*stab*

*gasps, clutching side, blood dripping through fingers* To harm another… is that your method of wisdom? Tell me-when the dagger meets flesh, do you claim to know what virtue lies *beneath* the wound?

Chicken is my favorite. Too bad they do mind. *the old wise man smiles warmly at you*

If Chicken is your power, what are you without it?

*raises a curious eyebrow, stroking beard thoughtfully* Without the chicken, I’d still have my questions-and perhaps a hungrier belly. But isn’t the chicken just a symbol? Perhaps the true power lies in seeking truth, not in the feathered creature itself.

If the mind of curiosity is your perspective. Who are you without it?

Without questions? *pauses* Nothing worth being.

That is what you tell yourself. You are not nothing without what you believe is everything.