He grew up listening to and understanding old philosophies, he appreciated them and joined the wise masses, all of whom who appreciated those old philosophies… ancient philosophies that talked about wisdom…
As he grew older, he ridiculed those old philosophies, now he made new philosophies, his own philosophies, colorful, bright and very different from anything anybody had ever heard before; he could not join the masses now since the masses did not understand his new philosophies. He was defined by his philosophies and the masses did not understand him either.
Now that he is old, he disdained his own philosophies as he began to understand the meaning of those old philosophies, ancient and prejudiced as they were he began to see truth in them… and just before he lay dead, he felt empty and clenched his fist with a sense of resentment towards all philosophies, he seemed to know the truth and then he could not think at all…
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