" When Socrates lay close to death, a youth -- Who was his student in the search for truth -- Said: ‘Master, when we’ve washed the man we knew And brought your shroud, where should we bury you?’ He said: ‘If you can find me when I’ve died, Then bury me wherever you decide -- I never found myself; I cannot see How when I’m dead you could discover me. Throughout my life not one small particle Had any knowledge of itself at all! "