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Soon after I met Socrates, I walked into the station one night and found him pumping gas, He nodded to me, tossed me a squeegee, and pointed to the windshield. But I was more interested in asking questions than in washing windows. He had said something to me the previous night about how I had a lot of knowledge but little wisdom. Still put off by his comment, flipping the squeegee in the air and catching it again, I asked, "So what's the difference between knowledge and wisdom?"
He paused, then spoke slowly, as if talking to someone for whom English was a second language. "You know how to clear a windshield."
"So?" I said, again tossing the squeegee.
"Wisdom is doing it." |