The Spoils of Winter

Socrates:

Murray, I feel like I haven't visited your blog for centuries!

Me:

Wait... you know what a blog is? You didn't even have typewriters back in early Greece.

Socrates:

Knowing what exists and what doesn't is a matter of individual perception, dear friend.

Me:

You think?

Socrates:

While computers might not have been invented until ages after my demise, the fact that they were created by humans means that I--being as much a human as you or Gutenberg or Jobs--must possess the capacity to understand them.

Me:

So you think the human mind is the 'always already' bearer of all truth, even if such truth or information has yet to be discovered, or even conceivably imagined?

Socrates:

Indeed, it must be so.

Me:

Well, that's a lot to handle, but I do like your method--

Socrates:

...and I like your tumblr's new colour scheme.

Me:

Thanks, Socrates, I do too. I felt it was more in tune with the winter mood -- that which has now undeniably been snowed upon us.

Socrates:

Hopefully you'll be able to get out and play some hockey soon. The rink by your house is pretty much ready to go!

Me:

How could you possibly know that? It's almost as if you're in my head or something.

Socrates:

See you around.