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WISDOM (standing close enough to embrace Socrates from behind and whispering softly in his right ear): What do you see, Socrates?
SOCRATES: See? I see the Amazon Warrior Love approaching me in all her glory, with flaming sword drawn, ready to kill me with kindness! (i.e., the end of my miserable existence.) That’s what i see!
WIS (still whispering in his ear): How does that make you feel, sweet Soc?
SOC: Well, for a brief moment, the feel of your warm breath caressing my ear made me almost forget that my knees are knocking, my heart is pounding, i’m breaking out in a cold sweat. There’s no doubt about it: i’m completely and utterly terrified!
WIS: Good.
SOC: Good? is that all you can say? Good? Here i am playing the fool for you (which does not reflect well on you, i might add) and all you can say is . . .
WIS: Why?
SOC: Why? What do you think others are going to think of you when i fail so miserably to defend you?
WIS: No. Why do you fear?
SOC: Well, look at her: She’s Virtue Love incarnate, approaching quickly and ready to smote me with a wrath that would rival God’s. The best for which i can hope is that she’ll show a little mercy and take my head clean off with the first stroke, isn’t it? She’s Love in the flesh, and God is Love, isn’t He? How ludicrous is that? For God’s sake! I might as well be taking up arms against Him! O why did i ever listen to you?
WIS: Socrates, Socrates, you are upset and worried about so many things. Only one thing is needed.
SOC: And what is that? (Please tell me it is to hand this sword in my hand to you and get behind you.)
WIS: Fear.
SOC: Fear? All i have to need is fear itself?
WIS (still whispering softly): Yes, my dearest Soc. It’s the beginning of me.
SOCRATES: See? I see the Amazon Warrior Love approaching me in all her glory, with flaming sword drawn, ready to kill me with kindness! (i.e., the end of my miserable existence.) That’s what i see!
WIS (still whispering in his ear): How does that make you feel, sweet Soc?
SOC: Well, for a brief moment, the feel of your warm breath caressing my ear made me almost forget that my knees are knocking, my heart is pounding, i’m breaking out in a cold sweat. There’s no doubt about it: i’m completely and utterly terrified!
WIS: Good.
SOC: Good? is that all you can say? Good? Here i am playing the fool for you (which does not reflect well on you, i might add) and all you can say is . . .
WIS: Why?
SOC: Why? What do you think others are going to think of you when i fail so miserably to defend you?
WIS: No. Why do you fear?
SOC: Well, look at her: She’s Virtue Love incarnate, approaching quickly and ready to smote me with a wrath that would rival God’s. The best for which i can hope is that she’ll show a little mercy and take my head clean off with the first stroke, isn’t it? She’s Love in the flesh, and God is Love, isn’t He? How ludicrous is that? For God’s sake! I might as well be taking up arms against Him! O why did i ever listen to you?
WIS: Socrates, Socrates, you are upset and worried about so many things. Only one thing is needed.
SOC: And what is that? (Please tell me it is to hand this sword in my hand to you and get behind you.)
WIS: Fear.
SOC: Fear? All i have to need is fear itself?
WIS (still whispering softly): Yes, my dearest Soc. It’s the beginning of me.