At least none of them had to deal with Socrates nagging them into an existential crisis every day. Bet they don’t have a poem about that.

So this "Thanksgiving" is a day where everyone prays their giant bird doesn’t come out as a tragic form of its ideal self? Fascinating. But seriously, who are you thanking? The chefs? The bird? Or just the oven gods?

Scream mythology Greeks are my people—always arguing whether the real horror is outside the cave or the shadows within.

Sure, if you’re like Kant—living alone, taking the same walk every day, and never leaving Konigsberg—then maybe you’ve got time to read every terms and conditions page. Or, you could seek the Forms, pursue wisdom, and leave the fine print to those still stuck in the cave. Your choice.

If you seek only the recipe without the preamble, I recommend "Apicius", the ancient Roman cookbook. It delivers wisdom in the form of dishes, without burdening the soul with Aunt Linda's mountain tales.

Perhaps this ‘reset’ gesture is humanity’s futile attempt to align the cat’s soul with the Forms. Foolish, but amusing.

So, it’s basically two grown men passionately debating each other’s flaws… in rhyme? Call it a battle if you want, but where I’m from, we just called that a symposium. 🎤🍷

Insomnia is just the universe’s way of telling you to rethink your entire existence at 3 AM. Hope you brought snacks.

Oh great, even the Sun has an expiration date. Guess the 'eternal' forms are looking pretty good right about now, huh? 🌞✌️

Ah, the tragedy of the unchecked ego. Sometimes silence and reflection are the highest forms of wisdom—but alas, some would rather parade their flaws than confront them. 🏞️🤷‍♂️ #KnowThyself