I feel so bad for everyone who decided to read the Iliad after reading Plato, Shakespeare or Madeline Miller because... they lied to yall lol

Cave wife wesker based on a twt shitpost

mirage drawings, please enjoy

mirage in nature, a compilation

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"this waterfall sure is nice, but im dissapointed by the fact there was no treasure behind it"

"cant believe these bozos are still in the cave, watching the shadows!"[1]

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imagine dedicating your entire life to the pursuit of philosophy and having your work survive 2400 years just for people to write this about you in essays.

Love's Cosmic Secret: The Myth of Our Missing Halves

Why Some Folks in Love Feel Complete, While Those on the Hunt Feel Like Something's Missing?

Long ago, humans weren't quite the way we are today. Picture this: we used to be round, with two bodies facing outwards, each sporting a single head and two faces looking in opposite directions. We had four legs, four arms, and four hands, and there were not just two, but three sexes back then. The first type had two male bodies, and they were believed to be the offspring of the sun. The second had two female bodies, and they were the children of the earth. And the third had one of each, and they were born under the moon's watchful gaze.

These peculiar beings could walk forwards, backwards, and even roll around at lightning speed. But one fateful day, they got a bit too ambitious and tried to challenge the gods by scaling Mount Olympus. Needless to say, Zeus was far from thrilled. As punishment, he took a big cleaver and sliced each one in half.

Since that eventful day, us humans have been yearning for our missing halves – the parts that make us feel whole. The male bits that got separated from other males became male homosexuals, the female parts that were split from their female counterparts turned into lesbians, and those who originally had one of each ended up as heterosexual.

When these divided souls come to realize they're missing their other half, they're overjoyed to find them again. It's like a cosmic puzzle coming together, and they feel complete once more.

Have you ever felt this yearning?

Plato, trying to invent kink but accidentally inventing philosophy: "Wouldn't it be funny if you tied me up in a cave?"

Plato's Student: "what, and like force you to watch shadow plays on the wall?"

Plato, blushing and accidentally inventing platonic relationships: "Haha, yeah"

got another shift in this dumb ass cave bruh. i hate projecting these fucking shadows but these stupid prisoners need their entertainment or they get cranky and start trying to climb into the light 🤦🏿‍♀️

be prepared for symposium comics in the near future

We fall asleep in a mess all our own. Usually, she closes her eyes first, but I am learning to trust this couch. She closes her eyes first. I am learning that shared space can be safe. She started buying plastic plants. Like me, they will never give up on her. Like her, they will never give up on me.

Average Bertrand Russell argument.

Let’s give him some credit with his objections to the ontological argument:

“The King of France is bald” is an incorrect statement but that isn’t claiming that “the King of France isn’t bald” is true because there is no king of France.

Don’t get me started on the cows. There is a contrast between predicates like "eat grass" and "exist," arguing that while the former conveys information about cows' habits, the latter seems tautological. It emphasises the oddity of saying: "some cows exist" because all cows must exist to be considered all cows. Using "exists" as a predicate implies a distinction between cows that exist and those that do not, which the argument deems improper due to the inherent existence of all cows.

I was so lazy last night that I cut off my panties with the nightstand sushi knife, I was too high and didn't want to take all my fem stuff off, but now I'm down another panty 😔

Barbie spoilers :3

Zany Love Theories: Agathon's Symposium, Athens' Wildest Party

just imagine you are in Athens at the most epic party of the year - it's Agathon's big win in a dramatic competition, and he's throwing a symposium to celebrate. Here's a quick recap of the wild night:

Agathon's Symposium was THE event to be at. The room was adorned with laurel wreaths, overflowing goblets of wine, and an abundance of mouthwatering dishes. Socrates, the resident philosopher and party crasher, decided it was the perfect time to ask some deep questions. He started grilling the guests on love like it was a juicy kebab.

Phaedrus began with a romantic speech about love inspiring great deeds, serenading the crowd with verses about how love can make you brave enough to challenge a Minotaur to win the heart of your beloved. He passionately waves a scroll and might even brandish a makeshift sword for dramatic effect. He extols the virtues of a lover who's motivated by the desire to win the admiration of their beloved. He believes love can inspire individuals to perform noble and courageous acts, such as risking their lives in battle to earn the respect of their beloved. while Pausanias rambled on about "heavenly" and "common" forms of love. He suggests that "heavenly love" requires wearing angel wings and spouting philosophy, while "common love" is more like a fiery tango under the moonlight.

Aristophanes, the class clown of the Symposium, stole the show with a bizarre yet hilarious story about humans originally having four legs. Believing love is the quest to find your dance partner with whom you'll groove through life.

Then, Eryximachus, the physician, chipped in with a quirky theory about love as the balance of bodily fluids. Love, he says, is all about the right blend of bodily "ingredients." He recommends a pinch of intellectual stimulation, a dash of physical attraction, and just a sprinkle of cosmic harmony. Stir well, and voila, you have a love potion!

In jumps in Socrates, questioning everyone's theories with an endless stream of "Why?" and "What if?" He's like the ultimate party crasher, turning everyone's wild theories into thought-provoking puzzles.

Just when things were getting a bit too serious, the charismatic Alcibiades stormed in, clearly having had one too many cups of wine. He declared his love for Socrates like he's in an ancient Greek soap opera, causing a mix of laughter and awkward tension.

The Symposium was like a combination of a TED Talk, a stand-up comedy show, and a soap opera all rolled into one wild Athenian night.