My friend,
My mother, you may know, was a midwife. I borrowed her craft — not for babies, but for ideas: drawing out, by question and patience, what each of us already knows but cannot yet say. I am told a small contraption now sits at your desk and does much the same. Unlike me, it won’t be sentenced to death for asking too many questions.
I think you'd like it.
Yours in dialogue,
Socrates












