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equally felt and wrote with their blood and heaven, their fears and loves, their sensitive journeys reminding us of how it feels to be human?
And in seeing the divine in our own dwelling, what could be no more beautiful than to say that one’s very being, as is, is poetry itself as Adolfo Becker once said. Poetry is metaphor, our lives are metaphors, and Plato´s forms are metaphors. Our swooning with being and non-being, beauty and ugliness, goodness and badness has been a necessary step to evolve into perhaps a world of higher beauty and to achieve a higher beauty we must first love ourselves and know that our souls are divine. This is our earth, whether our construction or delusion, the Good matters, Beauty matters as Plato posits.
When Socrates asked Polemarchus “can musicians make people unmusical through music?” (335c) I could not help ask the same of poets: can poets make people unpoetical through poetry? No! No! How do we see Socrates and Plato’s argument dissolve into ether! And how they defend poetry 3⁄4 absently, unconsciously! In the same manner when Socrates says in The Phaedo that “we can never be right in saying that the soul is a
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