What is your journey from Plato’s Cave?

Small town to Big city.

Summer flings to Serious relationships.

Simply dating to Just married.

Happily married to Bitterly Divorced.

High school to Large university.

University classes to Real life.

Sweet Naivety to Blinding Truth.

Plato’s Cave. One small step for a human being–one giant leap out into the burning sunshine of the real world, and outside of the cave that once held your mind in a prison of limited knowledge. The ethical question is whether or not you should take the time to go back and teach those left behind in the cave by dragging them out to get a tan. Pale and pastey, we are comforted by the darkness of our ignorance. Blue pill, red pill. Hopping white rabbit or hibernating five-toed sloth. Neo or Cypher.

The Philosopher King is supposed to be the one who drags others, kicking and screaming and grabbing at the walls of the darkness we know so well. But does such a being exist anymore? Is anyone willing to take the abuse, the curses and the scratches and bruises incurred by the violent ignorant–even the violent ignorant we love–in order to show them the hard lessons and brilliant revelations learned through sometimes painful experiences? Or is it all too easy to avoid that sense of community and outreach, lather up the tanning oil and forget those who suffer unknowingly from a lack of vitamin D? Because in this maze of caves, we might perish before ever reaching the real sunlight, the real truth, because we are too stubborn to reach out…and take the uphill journey together.