"But," Socrates said slowly, "I need the best heir. He should not only have considerable wisdom, but also have full confidence and extraordinary courage ... so far he has never seen such a candidate. Can you help me find and explore one? " "Okay, okay." The assistant said meekly and respectfully, "I will try my best to find it and live up to your cultivation and trust."
But he brought one after another, and Socrates always declined politely. "I must redouble my efforts," the assistant said seriously, and Socrates smiled and stopped talking. Half a year later, Socrates is about to die, but the best candidate still has no clue. The assistant sat by the bed in tears and said with a heavy voice, "I'm sorry to disappoint you!" " "
"I'm disappointed, but I'm sorry for myself," Socrates said, closing his eyes in dismay and pausing for a long time before he said sadly, "Originally, the best thing was yourself, but you didn't dare to know yourself and believe in yourself, so you ignored, delayed and lost yourself ... In fact, everyone is the best, and the difference lies in how to know yourself and how to explore and reuse yourself. ...
Before the words were finished, a generation of philosophers left the world he had paid close attention to forever.
The assistant regretted it very much, and even regretted and blamed himself for the whole second half.