' The death of Socrates '...
When Socrates was about to die, one of his pupils said to him:
master, when we have washed you and put on your shroud where do you
want us to bury you?"
"If you find me, dear pupil, bury
me where you will, and good night!
Seeing that in my long life I have
not found myself, how will you find me when I am dead?
I have lived in
such a manner that at this moment I only know that the least hair of
knowledge of myself is not evident."
from The Conference of the Birds
C. S. Nott version
Posted by thomas meehan