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Thank you #AI on [[Socrates]]

what age was socrates when he died ChatGPT said: Socrates died in 399 BCE at the age of 70 years old. You said: could you answer in the form of a sonnet? ChatGPT said: In Athens’ heart, beneath the fading sky, An old man drank the hemlock, calm and wise, No chains could bind his thought, nor could they tie The soul that soared where only truth complies. At seventy, his mortal breath did cease, Yet death to him was but a fleeting change, For reason’s quest and virtue’s boundless peace Lay far beyond the city's narrow range. They feared his words, yet could not touch his mind, Nor silence all the questions he had sown; For in his end, new seekers came to find That wisdom blooms where honest doubt is grown. So Socrates, though mortal flesh did fall, Still whispers truth, eternal, to us all.
what age was socrates when he died ChatGPT said: Socrates died in 399 BCE at the age of 70 years old. You said: could you answer in the form of a sonnet? ChatGPT said: In Athens’ heart, beneath the fading sky, An old man drank the hemlock, calm and wise, No chains could bind his thought, nor could they tie The soul that soared where only truth complies. At seventy, his mortal breath did cease, Yet death to him was but a fleeting change, For reason’s quest and virtue’s boundless peace Lay far beyond the city's narrow range. They feared his words, yet could not touch his mind, Nor silence all the questions he had sown; For in his end, new seekers came to find That wisdom blooms where honest doubt is grown. So Socrates, though mortal flesh did fall, Still whispers truth, eternal, to us all.
what age was socrates when he died ChatGPT said: Socrates died in 399 BCE at the age of 70 years old. You said: could you answer in the form of a sonnet? ChatGPT said: In Athens’ heart, beneath the fading sky, An old man drank the hemlock, calm and wise, No chains could bind his thought, nor could they tie The soul that soared where only truth complies. At seventy, his mortal breath did cease, Yet death to him was but a fleeting change, For reason’s quest and virtue’s boundless peace Lay far beyond the city's narrow range. They feared his words, yet could not touch his mind, Nor silence all the questions he had sown; For in his end, new seekers came to find That wisdom blooms where honest doubt is grown. So Socrates, though mortal flesh did fall, Still whispers truth, eternal, to us all.