I asked A.I. to write a dialog in the style of Plato on the nature of beds. I found it amusing.

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>Socrates: What is a bed?
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>Glaucon: A bed is a piece of furniture that we sleep on.
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>Socrates: But is that all it is?
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>Glaucon: What do you mean?
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>Socrates: I mean, is there not some deeper essence to a bed? Something beyond its function as a place to sleep?
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>Glaucon: I'm not sure I follow.
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>Socrates: Think about it. What makes a bed a bed, and not something else? Is it the wood it is made of, or the shape?
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>Glaucon: I suppose it is a combination of those things.
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>Socrates: But if we were to change the wood or the shape, would it still be a bed?
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>Glaucon: I don't see why not.
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>Socrates: So then what is the essence of a bed? Is it its function, or its form?
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>Glaucon: I don't know.
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>Socrates: Perhaps the essence of a bed is not something we can see or touch, but something more abstract. Perhaps it is the idea of a bed that defines it, rather than any particular example of one.
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>Glaucon: I see what you mean. So then, if we were to imagine a perfect bed, what would it look like?
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>Socrates: That is a question for another day, my friend. For now, let us simply ponder the nature of the bed, and all that it represents.