BEST EXPERIENCED IN VR.
Sunlight, birdsong, a white stone arch at the end of a grassy path... and there in the shade of a maple, Socrates, waiting on a rock. Take the seat across from him and speak aloud. He will not lecture you; he asks, and listens, and asks again, until something you were certain of turns over in your hands and shows you its other side. Two and a half thousand years turns out to be no distance at all, when someone is willing to talk.
BEST EXPERIENCED IN VR.
Sunlight, birdsong, a white stone arch at the end of a grassy path... and there in the shade of a maple, Socrates, waiting on a rock. Take the seat across from him and speak aloud. He will not lecture you; he asks, and listens, and asks again, until something you were certain of turns over in your hands and shows you its other side. Two and a half thousand years turns out to be no distance at all, when someone is willing to talk.
BEST EXPERIENCED IN VR.
Sunlight, birdsong, a white stone arch at the end of a grassy path... and there in the shade of a maple, Socrates, waiting on a rock. Take the seat across from him and speak aloud. He will not lecture you; he asks, and listens, and asks again, until something you were certain of turns over in your hands and shows you its other side. Two and a half thousand years turns out to be no distance at all, when someone is willing to talk.