Dwarkesh Patel

That isn't something we know how to do.

And you ride through the city a bit, and it's a large, impressive city.

And you get to the cathedral.

It has this massive dome, way bigger than anything you've ever seen except for old Roman ruins.

And you come to the banker's house, and you knock at the door.

Your servant knocks at the door, and the banker greets you humbly at the door and apologizes that his

humble palace is not worthy to host your excellency and you're like yeah it's not you're correct and he invites you in and the instant you step inside you're in a space like nothing you've ever seen before with white light streaming in through this airy rounded windowed courtyard

that feels more clean and outdoors than the outdoors did.

Because something about the air is cool and fresh.

It's like nothing.

Wait, wait.

It is.

It's like the Roman ruins in the backyard of the castle where you grew up.

But we don't have the ability to do that anymore.

All that's lost.

And in the middle of the square is another one of these bronze statues that looks like it's about to come to life, except shining anew, it hasn't even turned green yet.

And around the courtyard are busts of all the Roman emperors in order, and above them are portraits of this guy and the members of his family.

And off in the corridor are some men wearing robes that look kind of like the robes the ancients wear.

And you say, who are those guys?

And he says, oh, they're Platonists.