In the temporary shelters of their uncertain minds, each seeks ailment in the comfort of desired realities.
From the shadows cast on the wall in front of them, the prisoners assume the earth.
Only those who have dipped in the portal of limitless wisdom may surpass the fiery theatre of this Cave.
Unaware that each second and twitch determines our existence in eternity, we sit like infants in oblivion, amused by the playful manipulation of elements, conjured by the gatekeepers of hell.
As some become aware that their gestures are of no consequence and soon forgotten, others create impenetrable shells of false purpose - both groups leeching off life without meaning as the dusty book on the table, in a room of boredom.
The portal of infinite riches is but as simple as a word and a key, yet both are misperceived as a blur in the mass of color that occurs when the magnifying glass of absolute truth is disregarded.
All colors fade to darkness unless pierced by the light of truth, but as a stigma, some are offended by the sudden illumination in the enveloping shadow.
Wherefore are we then, if each could not construct a prism in which truth may reflected towards all evil?
Though some seem abundant in glass, others must build from nothing, but still the destinations do not yield to circumstances.
Out of darkness came the earth, from the depths rose the heavens
In black space the sun realized, through gloom shines the moon
So my prism shall stab the shadows...
Through the mouth of the cave, this philosopher conquers, winning the spoils of sunlight.
From the shadows cast on the wall in front of them, the prisoners assume the earth.
Only those who have dipped in the portal of limitless wisdom may surpass the fiery theatre of this Cave.
Unaware that each second and twitch determines our existence in eternity, we sit like infants in oblivion, amused by the playful manipulation of elements, conjured by the gatekeepers of hell.
As some become aware that their gestures are of no consequence and soon forgotten, others create impenetrable shells of false purpose - both groups leeching off life without meaning as the dusty book on the table, in a room of boredom.
The portal of infinite riches is but as simple as a word and a key, yet both are misperceived as a blur in the mass of color that occurs when the magnifying glass of absolute truth is disregarded.
All colors fade to darkness unless pierced by the light of truth, but as a stigma, some are offended by the sudden illumination in the enveloping shadow.
Wherefore are we then, if each could not construct a prism in which truth may reflected towards all evil?
Though some seem abundant in glass, others must build from nothing, but still the destinations do not yield to circumstances.
Out of darkness came the earth, from the depths rose the heavens
In black space the sun realized, through gloom shines the moon
So my prism shall stab the shadows...
Through the mouth of the cave, this philosopher conquers, winning the spoils of sunlight.
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