Presocratics

First we shall begin with a tribute to Thomas Aquinas, the composer of the first limerick (according to metre), so saith Wikipedia. Anyway, it's in Latin.

Sit vitiorum meorum evacuatio
Concupiscentae et libidinis exterminatio,
Caritatis et patientiae,
Humilitatis et obedientiae,
Omniumque virtutum augmentatio.


Oh, look, it's all ancient looking, too. I mean, really, who uses Courier nowadays? And how do you figure out what font you were using before you change it? I obviously wasn't using Times New Roman before.

Anyway, now the Pre-Socratic Limericks.

Prelude

A couple of men from Miletus
Said ‘why does everyone hate us?
We just sought to find
The substance that binds
And not let our minds take hiatus’

Triduum

The first Anatolian was Thales
Who rejected all notion of Hades
Instead to explain
All things he took rain
As the substance beneath (even daisies)

Anaximander, he was a Greek man
Who thought Thales was terribly bland
'Water? No, no.
To the boundless we'll go!'
Was the shout that he gave as he ran

Anaximenes did not really care
For his compatriots and their love of flare
Instead he preferred
That the base of a turd
Be the whimsical substance called air.


Eleatics

Parmenides came from Elea
Not believing in what he could see-a
He disbelieved change
Thought Heraclitus strange
Trusting reason to explain diahrrea


Other options?

A Sicilian was the first Captain Planet
Thinking fire, water, air, and granite
Were the four that combined
In love. So refined
Was Empedocles he never would can it

A philosopher from Athens was banished
For the whole was seemingly vanished
And seen in a part.
He was terribly smart,
Anaxagoras who ended up famished

To Blog or Not to Blog?

An unoriginal title, I am sure, but oh well, the question remains. Ought I to have a blog as John Breen so adamantly insists? Or should I shun his words of advice and continue on my merry blogless way? After all, I still have xanga. So what if xanga is, in John's words anyway, 'so middle school'? So what if no one except for Jane and I read it? And anyway, why should I post on a blog in the first place? Sure I have thoughts on things, but why should I thrust them upon the world, unwanted, unread, unappreciated? I suppose it would cause me to be a bit more organised in my thoughts and it would force me to think deeper about things. Hm. Well, anyway, I'm not going to create a new blog in any case. I shall simply keep this one. I created it accidentally, anyway, so I might as well use it.

The next post shall be: Pre-Socratic limericks.