Once, the Oracle of Delphi had declared Socrates to be the wisest man in the world.

In response, Socrates said "Surely I'm not, for there's so much about this world that I don't know. I know not the meaning of life nor truth nor purpose, and so much more. Please, Oracle, let me find the true wisest man and bring them to you."

He set out about questioning everybody and anybody, searching for a wise man who had the answers he so sought. He went to the fish monger, to the politican, to the soilder and to the baker.

In the end, they all had answers to the meaning of life and truth and purpose. Family, legacy, honor, money.

But there was no one answer. No universal, agreed upon idea. Socrates returned to the Oracle of Delphi, hanging his head in shame and defeat. "I've found nobody with a proper answer, and I have no answer myself, for I am clueless and know nothing of the vast truth that lies beyond my comprehension or understanding."

"And that is why you are the wisest man on earth." Said the Oracle. "For you realize you know nothing rather than claiming intelligence like a twat waffle on twitter."