The Primal Fire
Jeff sent us this outstanding Shakespearian sonnet, that I deliver to you without further ado.
A darkness rises, fetid and perverse; Like some encroaching fog that winds its way Through hearts and minds. What force can now reverse This tide of ignorance, turn it away? For there are many weapons it employs To tap our vices, keep us all confused; It can distract us with illusion's joys And leave our rationality abused. But there is hope; it is the Primal Fire, The Logos, which controls the universe. Through discipline, our minds will never tire And may yet lift the shadow of this curse. We are the Stoa; we will always strive To serve mankind and keep the flame alive.