‪Socrates comes barefoot to the banquet. He had a habit of walking barefoot on sandy soil, when human thought was still young and unpolluted by human demons.‬ ‪When he was condemned to death, he did not change this habit, and he did not put on shoes to set out on a journey to exile.‬ ‪No, he calmly drank poison and moved his bare feet across the stone floor.‬ ‪The numbness came first to the feet.‬ ‪Later it gradually moved towards the top of the body and finally turned his brain into a dead thought.‬ ‪Maybe the humankind missed something there?‬ ‪A chance to not think again?