As with viewing the cartoon film of Plato's allegory repeatedly, each reading of the text reveals a new level of meaning. Added emphasis appears in red, and my reactions are enclosed in a box: (Note 10)

Imagine men living in a cave with a long passageway stretching between them and the cave's mouth, where it opens wide to the light. Imagine further that since childhood the cave dwellers have had their legs and necks shackled so as to be confined to the same spot. They are further constrained by blinders that prevent them from turning their heads; they can see only directly in front of them. Next, imagine a light from a fire some distance behind them and burning at a higher elevation. Between the prisoners and the fire is a raised path along whose edge there is a low wall like the partition at the front of a puppet stage. The wall conceals the puppeteers while they manipulate their puppets above it.

So far I can visualize it.

How tragic I thought to be in prison and not realize that is the case. My search seeks to discover my prisons and find ways to escape!

Imagine, further, men behind the wall carrying all sorts of objects along its length and holding them above it. The objects include human and animal images made of stone and wood and all other material. Presumably, those who carry them sometimes speak and are sometimes silent.

You describe a strange prison and strange prisoners.

Like ourselves. Tell me, do you not think those men would see only the shadows cast by the fire on the wall of the cave! Would they have seen anything of themselves or of one another!

How could they if they couldn't move their heads their whole life long?

Could they see the objects held above the wall behind them or only the shadows cast in front!

Only the shadows.

If, then, they could talk with one another, don't you think they would impute reality to the passing shadows!


Amazing as I thought about it - what if my reality is only a shadow compared to what is really REAL?

Imagine an echo in their prison, bouncing off the wall toward which the prisoners were turned. Should one of those behind the wall speak, would the prisoners not think that the sound came from the shadows in front of them!

No doubt of it.

By every measure, then, reality for the prisoners would be nothing but shadows cast by artifacts.

It could be nothing else.

Imagine now how their liberation from bondage and error would come about if something like the following happened. One prisoner is freed from his shackles. He is suddenly compelled to stand up, turn around, walk, and look toward the light. He suffers pain and distress from the glare of the light. So dazzled is he that he cannot even discern the very objects whose shadows he used to be able to see. Now what do you suppose he would answer if he were told that all he had seen before was illusion but that now he was nearer reality, observing real things and therefore seeing more truly? What if someone pointed to the objects being carried above the wall, questioning him as to what each one is! Would he not be at a loss! Would he not regard those things he saw formerly as more real than the things now being shown him!

He would.

This happens when I experience some great tragedy or betrayal. The flow of life forces me to stand up and face the "demons."

Again, let him be compelled to look directly at the light. Would his eyes not feel pain! Would he not flee, turning back to those things he was able to discern before, convinced that they are in every truth clearer and more exact than anything he has seen since!

He would.

Then let him be dragged away by force up the rough and steep incline of the cave's passageway, held fast until he is hauled out into the light of the sun. Would not such a rough passage be painful? Would he not resent the experience! And when he came out into the sunlight, would he not be dazzled once again and unable to see what he calls realities!

He could not see even one of them, at least not immediately.

Passages of betrayal are the most painful I have experienced. But as Jean Houston has pointed out, betrayals are "sacred wounds."

Habituation, then, is evidently required in order to see things higher up. In the beginning he would most easily see shadows; next, reflections in the water of men and other objects. Then he would see the objects themselves. From there he would go on to behold the heavens and the heavenly phenomena; more easily the moon and stars by night than the sun by day.


Finally, I suppose, he would be able to look on the sun itself, not in reflections in the water or in fleeting images in some alien setting. He would look at the sun as it is, in its own domain, and so be able to see what it is really like.


Coming to terms with the alternate reality exposed by life experience leads me to a deep inner warmth that surpasses understanding.

It is at this stage that he would be able to conclude that the sun is the cause of the seasons and of the year's turning, that it governs all the visible world and is in some sense also the cause of all visible things.

This is surely the next step he would take.

Now, supposing he recalled where he came from. Supposing he thought of his fellow prisoners and of what passed for wisdom in the place they were inhabiting. Don't you think he would feel pity for all that and rejoice in his own change of circumstance!

He surely would.

Suppose there had been honors and citations those below bestowed upon one another. Suppose prizes were offered for the one quickest to identify the shadows as they go by and best able to remember the sequence and configurations in which they appear. All these skills, in turn, would enhance the ability to guess what would come next. Do you think he would covet such rewards! More, would he envy and want to emulate those who hold power over the prisoners and are in turn reverenced by them! Or would he not rather hold fast to Homer's words that it is "better to be the poor servant of a poor master," better to endure anything, than to believe those things and live that way!

I think he would prefer anything to such a life.

Though a part of me still yearns for recognition and reward, another part realizes how shallow and unsatisfying past rewards have been. That part has to think hard to remember what they were.

Consider, further, if he should go back down again into the cave and return to the place he was before, would not his eyes now go dark after so abruptly leaving the sunlight behind!

They would.

Suppose he should then have to compete once more in shadow watching with those who never left the cave. And this before his eyes had become accustomed to the dark and his dimmed vision still required a long period of habituation. Would he not be laughed at! Would it not be said that he had made the journey above only to come back with his eyes ruined and that it is futile even to attempt the ascent! Further, if anyone tried to release the prisoners and lead them up and they could get their hands on him and kill him, would they not kill him!

Until I experience the other side, a part of me will make fun of those who try to express what's it like. After I too have crossed over, then I'll say "I see what you were talking about!"