Introspection. Prudence. The youth of today know not what they are doing, where they are going, or in whose name they are squandering their efforts on this Earth. It wasn't always like this. Men, great Men, guided those impressionable many to self-betterment and greater conscience of History.
"Nothing to excess" and "Surety brings ruin" — those two maxims were inscribed at the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Delphi. But there was one other scribed beside them, preceding them, and it is of that one which I now speak, in which I place fully my conviction. Nosce te ipsum — Know Your Self — this ancient aphorism has been oft repeated by Western History's greatest sages, from Socrates and Plato, through Hobbes and Benjamin Franklin, to Ralph Waldo Emerson and Coleridge. "The proper study of mankind is Man, so: Man — Know Your Self!"
I've private messaged over 35 of Twitch's top streamers with the entreaty of "homo - kys" and I have subsequently been blocked and reported by every single one. Ensconced within this email's attachment field you shall find a digital Octavo by the name of "Apology.pdf". I beg you — do not misunderstand me! My use of the word is in the classic, Socratic sense, I mean by it rather a "defense" — one of my moral character, such as you have seen fit to denigrate with your unceasing dissimulation following my earnest reaching out.
I expected far too much, perhaps: for you to listen and turn your sight inward rather than towards your face cams; to exhibit some intellectual rigour in front your audiences, rather than merely the rigour of your papilla mammaria. Alas. The hive has now been angered, it is deaf and blind to Reason. I shall persevere regardless, I assure you.
