the modern anglophonic representation
of a socratic dialogue:

the unit via unit discrimination:
depending on your idiosyncratic figure
of speech -
of what is, or could qualifty
as the "certain" extingample -
of any other, given example...
to suggest:

deviation from the metaphor,
or any other membrane of
super brain soup play on words...

what is a chair?
i.e. what is sitting?
what is a fork and a knife?
i.e. what is eating,
what is a meal -
what is the practicality of a noun
when a noun is associated
with a diverging noun,
in a noun,
in a web of other -
assosiative nouns -
confined to a sigle verb
akin to: the act of ingestion?

and there i was, thinking
that opera and theatre was too high-brow
for me...
clearly philosophy is too high brow,
brown-button-nosed for me to begin
to... even begin to: "clarify"...

the basic question was asked,
the basic answer was given,
then came the refutation
of the basic question,
with an even more basic answer....
until?
the asking ego: had to become: ?...
the omni- prefix
ego that became an illusion
and a freudian three-tier
schematic...
thus came:
the complete and utter impracticality
of the use of language
toward a complete and impractical
reference to language either
being: or not being used...
suggesting: catch-22 practicality of language
having the practicality of language
surmount itself toward the posit
of a logical exhaustion...

a chair is something you sit on,
what is sitting?
what sitting is, implies a chair..
what is the per se: to sit...
the temporal aspect representation: sitting...
cul de sac summary: what is a chair?
a chair ≠ a ladder...
happy, platonic socrates?!
toward god almighty...
i hope you're not and jeremy paxman is!

who is to "argue" when everything
has to become a per se - noumenon -
a babushka dolls "curiosity" -
what is what is until the crux:
what is what?!
a socratic orgy of the transgender
blank shooting range "defining":
what if with what's what with what is.

i hate philosophy -
yes, hell is other people -
hell is a place without mirrors -
it's also a place to best confine
a belief in hope - bargaining on
the intrinsic belief that:
none of the people confined
with you are bound to ever sport
the stamina of being
a marathon runner...
well... hell is other people:
as the person you encounter them
with... clearly not the sort of heaven
to be associated within the confines
of solipsism of: one-man tennis:
you, brick wall:
of you only encountering yourself...
heaven is akin to
living 5 miles apart from your neighbor...
hell? 5 minutes apart...
beside the necessary
primes: food, water, shelter...
the humanitarian aid of conversation...
the grieving laspe of theatre...
no... thank you...
i don't know how people
even manage to assort themselves toward
digesting t.v. soap opera...
even if the testament states:
they can... i will reply...: i can't!