Monthly Archives: May 2014
In ancient Greece , Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem. One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, “Do you know what I just heard about your friend?”
“Hold on a minute,” Socrates replied. “Before telling me anything I’d like you to pass a little test. It’s called the Triple Filter Test.”
“That’s right,” Socrates continued. “Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you’re going to say. That’s why I call it the triple filter test.
The first filter is Truth. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?”
“No,” the man said, “actually I just heard about it and.”
“All right,” said Socrates. “So you don’t really know if it’s true or not. Now let’s try the second filter, the filter of goodness. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?”
“No, on the contrary…”
“So,” Socrates continued, “you want to tell me something bad about him, but you’re not certain it’s true. You may still pass the test though, because there’s one filter left: the filter of usefulness. Is what you want to tell me about my friend going to be useful to me?”
“No not really …”
“Well,” concluded Socrates, “if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?”
This is why Socrates was a great philosopher held in such high esteem.
A beautiful night,
All stars were in sight.
The breeze blowing through my hair.
All I could do was stare
at the beauty of your face,
Knowing I’ve left all time and space.
Then something came over me,
A feeling of death, a parting of the sea.
You embraced me for a while,
Which gave me a permanent smile.
Somehow I knew the journey was over,
I had lost my four leafed clover.
The luck has run out,
My soul screams and shouts.
I’ve lost a lover,a friend and a soulmate.
Paralyzed by a lost love,
And now it’s too late.
Have I done anything to make you flee..
Or are you done taking advantage of me..
Should I have taken a stand..
This is something I truly don’t understand..
Will you ever return, without scarring me and letting it burn..
Was I just a game for you to win,
Or did you actually care deep within
You’ve silently requested time apart,
To leave me with pieces of a broken heart.
Have you forgotten how to care,
To tell me you’ll always be there
Shunning my feelings,
Letting your life keep wheeling.
Do you have the answers to my questions,
Should I leave and learn my lesson
I deserve better than this,
Eventhough I’ll always miss
everything we’ve done under the moon and the sun . . .