Reading this feels like attending one of the most intellectual dinner parties in history to put it simply.
The first half of this book is a group of Ancient Greek philosophers getting drunk on wine and giving passionate speeches about the meaning of love. Until Socrates pops up and casually dismantles everyone’s arguments while acting like he’s just asking a few harmless questions, and essentially tells them that they all actually have no idea about love or it’s nature.
There was one speech about love that I did think was particularly lovely though by Aristophanes. The idea was that humans were once whole beings, made up of four arms, four legs, and a single head with two faces looking in opposite directions. According to the story, these original humans descended from the moon, the earth, or the sun, depending on whether they were female, male, or a combination of the two.
However Zeus, the diva that he was, was unwilling to allow humans to rival the gods and decided to try weaken them by splitting them in half. Him doing this however is what led to the belief in what we now call soulmates. Each of us is searching for the other half we were separated from by the gods. Love then in theory becomes the desire to reunite, both in body and soul, with the part of ourselves that was taken from us long ago by the gods.
Although some people might say that idea is a bit soppy, I actually think it’s rather lovely. To think that there could be someone so uniquely made for you, someone who completes you, is quite comforting in a way. Modern dating doesn’t always make that belief easy to hold onto don’t get me wrong but alas the search continues 😪😂
Now the second half of this book is less wine night vibe and is when Athens decides that a man who questions anything and everything might actually be slightly inconvenient to them.
Now as someone who is known to be a yapper at times, I thought I had a good grasp on how to hold the attention of a room. Turns out I have so so so so much to learn from Socrates, now HE is a certified yapper. And boy does he know how to win an argument with the power of continuously going on and on, to the point where I think the other person in the conversation just loses track of where he is and gives in to Socrates to get him to be quiet. Although his argument didn’t quite go to plan this time round with the whole ‘death of Socrates’ section, so maybe I need to take it with a pinch of salt.
I do think the trial is an interesting one though because Socrates doesn’t even really try to win, he literally just keeps doing the exact thing that got him into trouble in the first place. Admittedly I don’t think if I was going to trial for having questioned anyone and everyone’s every word for my entire life, that my defence strategy would be to double down on that and continue to piss everyone off some more by questioning them again. But hey, Socrates gave it a go, didn’t quite work out like he planned but god loves a trier! Lesson learned, if you spend your life questioning everyone’s beliefs, people may eventually form some strong opinions about you.
Final thoughts are that Socrates was brilliant, stubborn and possibly the worse person to represent himself in court by delivering what may be history’s most unapologetic defence speech.
“I must stop. It is time for us to go. Me to my death, you to your lives. Which of us goes to the better fate, only god knows”