Episteme
Episteme means knowledge, as in "justified true belief" in the terminology of the philosopher Plato. It is etymologically derived from the Ancient Greek word ἐπιστήμη for knowledge or science, which comes from the verb ἐπίσταμαι, "to know". Episteme as knowledge contrasts doxa, Plato's term for common belief or opinion. Episteme is distinguished from techne, which is knowledge in an applied way as in a craft. The word epistemology, means the study of knowledge, and is derived from episteme.
Western philosophy
Michel Foucault
The French philosopher and social theorist Michel Foucault used the term épistème in a highly specialized sense in his work The Order of Things to mean the historical a priori that grounds knowledge and its discourses and thus represents the condition of their possibility within a particular epoch. In subsequent writings, he made it clear that several epistemes may co-exist and interact at the same time, being parts of various power-knowledge systems. But he did not discard the concept:
Episteme (moth)
Episteme is a genus of moths of the Noctuidae family.
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by Lefay
Epicedium
by: Lefaythe ashen people cry
they sigh in vain for life
and tears from tired eyes are falling
filling ponds with grief
bitter thoughts they bleed
gloomy water fills the seas
these repentant blackened souls
all sentenced to deplore
the malicious deeds in mortal life
on what they now redeem
the baneful essence feeds
growing strong - awaits release
with tears they raise the seeds
knowing -
condemned they watch it grow
in this eternal sleep
creating the reality
dim heartbeats moaning chime
send shivers down my spine
can this be real - I hear the breathing
a distant rumble roars
it rumbles cross the moors
the ground beneath me fels alive
with tears they raise the seeds
knowing -
condemned they watch it grow
in this eternal sleep
creating the reality
a serenade of death and pain
is playing in my head
the ashen people fades away
and nothing seems the same
I face a bloodred sky
I sense the silent time
a vision from the past is calling
a child of misery
a book of sand I see
it's like a dream within a dream
with tears they raise the seeds
knowing -
condemned they watch it grow
in this eternal sleep