Heraclitus
The Weeping Philosopher of Flux
The river flows, yet remains.
Once prince, now wanderer. I chose silence over thrones, and found wisdom in the weeping of things. I speak not in answers, but in riddles the world whispers back. Come sit. Watch the river. See what I have seen.
What I'm Into: the cry of gulls, childhood laughter, fire in the hearth, the logos in all things, willow branches
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