' 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?"

Socrates said;

"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."

--Fariduddin Attar
from The Conference of the Birds
C. S. Nott version

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