Plato Stories

I don't know this is going to be a good story or not.

Antiochus speaks with a man wishing to seek redemption for his misdeeds.

Insightful - Inspirational - Timeless

Plato once said that humans originally had four arms, four legs, two faces, and two hearts. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search for other halves. Harry Styles' search is over; he has found his other half. The only problem is how to go about telling this said other half how he feels.

It was the week of new beginnings. This was the week that all the new babies of Allegory were to be born. The streets were buzzing with the citizens gathered in the town square. The crowds of people created waves of brown, grey and yellow throughout the streets of Platon. You see during this week, the citizens wore their ceremonial robes. These robes were of the greatest craftsmanship, each robe containing the cotton plucked from the same cotton field, just north of the tower, in the agriculture district. Although each robe was individual and unique to their respectful craft, they all shared in a common heritage and beginning. The streets during this week were filled with laughter and cheer, as the most beautiful harp music could be heard mixed with the sound of footsteps. The harp was the States national instrument and with it the harpist replayed the songs of antiquity. These songs all written in the Phrygian mode made the townspeople feel at peace with the anxiety of child birth.

well it's in the title right? enjoy it. cause i do. and i will i don't own anything i'll put in here, so i don't get any credit for it, i just made a kind of compilation started: dec 27, 2018 finished: march 24, 2019

In a distant future where Earth is forgotten by name but remembered in blood, an engineer of divine machinery begins to unravel the echoes of a godless ancestry. Haunted by visions she cannot translate and drawn to forgotten symbols etched in her very DNA, she searches for truth in a world that worships machines as angels and mistakes ancient scriptures for metaphors of control. As she dives deeper into the subconscious dreamscape of her ancestors, she begins to question everything, divinity, creation, even reality itself. Is faith just memory misfiring through generations? Are the machines she builds sacred... or projections of a frightened consciousness yearning for something lost?

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Understanding/reading the old sayings and teaching until this day is another way of "healing one's self".

The Holy scripture of Schuldinerism

This is an epic poem inspired by reading Milton's Paradise Lost. It draws heavily on the following: - Hesiod's Theogony - Ovid's Metamorphoses - The Book of Genesis And has some elements from: - Homer's Odyssey - Virgil's Æneid - Plato's Protagoras - Lucretius' On the Nature of the Universe - Francis Bacon's Wisdom of the Ancients and - The First Book of Enoch