According to Plato's Myth of the Cave, we were all prisoners once, chained and bounded inside a cave that's enveloped by drakness. But one day, one of us is dragged towards the light. It's against our will of course. We fear that which we don't know. But still we are dragged towards the Sun, the source of light, the source of enlightenment. Here we see that which is permanent, that which is for eternity. We see what's real and its difference from the shadows. And so we are enlightened.
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But enlightenment carries with it a burden, a certain burden of just having the knowledge, of knowing the Truth and not just the truth. And as plain human beings, it's hard to live by this Truth. More often than not, those who are enlightened get blinded by too much ilght. And so they would wish to go back to the cave, back to the home where they were raised.
Just like me...
Literally, I love darkness. In the dark, I have total freedom. I can simply be me. I can lay down naked and no one can see. I get too tired with the brightness emitted by the Sun. I get too blinded by the light it shines upon. No wonder, philosophically, I'm starting to get tired too. I'm starting to go back towards the darkness.
Away from the Sun and back towards the Cave.
I'm starting to fix up my life for the future ahead, the kind of life that 99% of the people on earth go through, the kind of life back there in the cave.
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