So if the unexamined life is not worth living, what does an examined life look like? Examined by whom? What would constitute an examined life. It must have something to do with being pushed, pulled and otherwise manipulated. What does your life look like when your being stretched or twisted or squeezed?
That is what Socrates is talking about, I think.
Seems that life is like building muscle; sore and uncomfortable but part of the process. Does it mean that if I am not hurting I am not growing? not sure. Good thing to think on over the weekend.
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