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The Allegory Of The Cave

{The Republic, Book VII} {extract}

Socrates
And now, I said, let me show in a figure how far our nature is enlightened or unenlightened:, Behold! human beings living in an underground den, which has a mouth open towards the light and reaching all along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs and necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them, being prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets.

Glaucon
I see.

Socrates
And do you see, I said, men passing along the wall carrying all sorts of vessels, and statues and figures of animals made of wood and stone and various materials, which appear over the wall? Some of them are talking, others silent.

Glaucon
You have shown me a strange image, and they are strange prisoners.

Socrates
Like ourselves, I replied; and they see only their own shadows, or the shadows of one another, which the fire throws on the opposite wall of the cave?

Glaucon
True, he said; how could they see anything but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?

Socrates
And of the objects which are being carried in like manner they would only see the shadows?

Glaucon
Yes, he said.

Socrates
And if they were able to converse with one another, would they not suppose that they were naming what was actually before them?

And suppose further that the prison had an echo which came from the other side, would they not be sure to fancy, when one of the passers-by spoke that the voice which they heard came from the passing shadow?

Glaucon
No question, he replied.

Socrates
To them, I said, the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.

Glaucon
That is certain.

Socrates
And now look again, and see what will naturally follow if the prisoners are released and disabused of their error. At first, when any of them is liberated and compelled suddenly to stand up and turn his neck round and walk and look towards the light, he will suffer sharp pains; the glare will distress him, and he will be unable to see the realities of which in his former state he had seen the shadows; and then conceive some one saying to him, that what he saw before was an illusion, but that now, when he is approaching nearer to being and his eye is turned towards more real existence, he has a clearer vision,, what will be his reply? And you may further imagine that his instructor is pointing And when to the objects as they pass and requiring him to name them, will he not be perplexed? Will he not fancy that the shadows which he formerly saw are truer than the objects which are now shown to him?

Glaucon
Far truer.

Socrates
And if he is compelled to look straight at the light, will he not have a pain in his eyes which will make him turn away to take refuge in the objects of vision which he can see, and which he will conceive to be in reality clearer than the things which are now being shown to him?

Glaucon
True, he said.

Socrates
And suppose once more, that he is reluctantly dragged up a steep and rugged ascent, and held fast until he is forced into the presence of the sun himself, is he not likely to be pained and irritated? When he approaches the light his eyes will be dazzled, and he will not be able to see anything at all of what are now called realities?

Glaucon
Not all in a moment, he said.

Socrates
He will require to grow accustomed to the sight of the upper world. And first he will see the shadows best, next the reflections of men and other objects in the water, and then the objects themselves; then he will gaze upon the light of the moon and the stars and the spangled heaven; and he will see the sky and the stars by night better than the sun or the light of the sun by day?

Glaucon
Certainly.

Socrates
Last of all he will be able to see the sun, and not mere reflections of him in the water, but he will see him in his own proper place, and not in another; and he will contemplate him as he is.

Glaucon
Certainly.

Socrates
He will then proceed to argue that this is he who gives the season and the years, and is the guardian of all that is in the visible world, and in a certain way the cause of all things which he and his fellows have been accustomed to behold?

Glaucon
Clearly, he said, he would first see the sun and then reason about it.

Socrates
And when he remembered his old habitation, and the wisdom of the den and his fellow-prisoners, do you not suppose that he would felicitate himself on the change, and pity them?

Glaucon
Certainly, he would.

Socrates
And if they were in the habit of conferring honors among themselves on those who were quickest to observe the passing shadows and to remark which of them went before, and which followed after, and which were together; and who were therefore best able to draw conclusions as to the future, do you think that he would care for such honors and glories, or envy the possessors of them? Would he not say with Homer,

Better to be the poor servant of a poor master, and to endure anything, rather than think as they do and live after their manner?

Glaucon
Yes, he said, I think that he would rather suffer anything than entertain these false notions and live in this miserable manner.

Socrates
Imagine once more, I said, such a one coming suddenly out of the sun to be replaced in his old situation; would he not be certain to have his eyes full of darkness?

Glaucon
To be sure, he said.

Socrates
And if there were a contest, and he had to compete in measuring the shadows with the prisoners who had never moved out of the den, while his sight was still weak, and before his eyes had become steady (and the time which would be needed to acquire this new habit of sight might be very considerable), would he not be ridiculous? Men would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes; and that it was better not even to think of ascending; and if any one tried to loose another and lead him up to the light, let them only catch the offender, and they would put him to death.

Further Reading

I ME WED

{From the Beauty and Truth Lab}

Let’s begin by telling a simple truth: You will probably never create a resilient, invigorating bond with the lush accomplice of your dreams until you master the art of loving yourself ingeniously. A wedding ritual that joins you to yourself could catalyse an uncanny shift in your personal mojo that would attract a fresh, hot consort into your life, or else awaken the sleeping potential of a simmering alliance you have now.

If you’re feeling brave, try speaking this aloud:

I am no longer looking for the perfect partner.
I am my own perfect partner.

Say it even stronger:

I am no longer looking for the perfect partner
to salve all my wounds
and fix all my mix-ups
and bridge all my chasms.
I am no longer looking for the perfect partner
because I am my own perfect partner.

Read some more here…

The Invitation by Oriah

It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.

It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.

I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”

It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.

I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.

By Oriah © Mountain Dreaming,
from the book The Invitation
published by HarperONE, San Francisco,
1999 All rights reserved

Prey

{The Playlist Shuffle}

Rules:

1. Put your music library on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely enough.
4. Ok, go!

IF SOMEONE SAYS ‘ARE YOU OKAY’ YOU SAY….?
You Don’t Have To Walk In The Rain

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
The Look Of Love

WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
Waiting Just For You

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Mr Blue Sky

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
All That I Am

WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?
Golden Country

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
A Quai

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Here And Now

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Stay Awhile

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR FIRST KISS?
Close Your Eyes

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Lost Without You

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Put It Behind You

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
I Need You

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Baby It”s You

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
The Actor

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL
Misses Glass

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBY/INTEREST?
Father On

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
People Are Strange

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Kind Of A Woman

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Another Girl, Another Planet

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Walking Man

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Prey

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