It’s nice to think about life and all its wonders and wonderful things

and so on. Love, brotherhood, peace…etc. The placement of good

will of man before anything else…all those wonderful things.

Ah…the advance of social accords. Access to doctors any time etc.

Socrates had a lot of time in his hands. Yes, he served his country and

after that he was left to roam the streets of Athens talking to whoever

he met. He had all day long to do it. To spend his time at the Agora.

Munching on dates and feta cheese. Watching those beautiful boys and

girls walk by. And when evening came, he would set foot to one or

other of his friends. Rich men. Who loved having him for company.

And the real party would begin. While his wife was fuming in rage and

anxious to giving him that nice cup of tea he loved so much.

And our Socrates would spend the entire night discussing ways to set

up a proper city and state government. And all was good and all.

Well, he had the time and of course; the mind to deal with so highly

important social issues and you name it. But…what about the man

who has no time for leisure, let alone to fix the world! The worker.

Socrates even said, if I’m not mistaken; that the worker had to be

content with his place on society. We Know the worker is tied to the

sewing machine, the assembly line. To a strict daily schedule. Time to

commute back and forth. Get home. Take a shower. Have a

couple of beers, a glass or two of wine and then go to bed after playing

with his children for thirty minutes. He doesn’t have the time to

lucubrate. To write down his wonderful ideas for the well being of

Man. No. He has to get up early next day to go to work.

That’s the difference between our Socrates and our plain workman.

Long live our Socrates. Long live our workman.

EO