The Young Philosophers Tale (My own Canurbury Tale)
I am young and inexperienced in philosophy.I have heard the teachers and read the books,But lack wisdom and profound outlooks.For this reason my story, which I hope will please,Is not drawn from Aristotle or Sophocles,But from personal experience and a lad I knewWho was not much different than me and you.For this result I would never intend.But the nature of people and their religionsHas a certain tendency to create divisions.That's ready to grow and can no longer delayTelling you of a lad who lost his way.To my story and its remaining content.Her son didn't get to eat a whole lotta beansInstead, he walked along trails within the birch.
His courage reduced, but he still had some. His name was Charles and he was quite smart. ""I know what you're doing, no need to explain,I'm here to remind you of a thing called your brain. He extinguished the flame and like a player who won,Turned to the boy and said, "My name is Solomon. I guess you could say they discovered the keyBy understanding each other and leaving it be. The conflict in our story beginsWhen other children tell young Charles of his "sins". "Charles looked at the man without even blinking. To get back at the world and show it who's who. This is what I meant when I mentioned before,A lad who lost is way and walked out the door. It was late at night and he wasn't out to murder. He cursed those who read the BibleAnd those who said that God was liable. So he was going down to be burnt,But because they went to church, they weren't?All of this to Charles was not clear,But inside it created a feeling of fear. No side will give in while above there is sky.
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