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Words stopped having a purpose. Not because they lost meaning or use but rather their meaning became useless. The people the words were for stopped being peopl, at least in an abstract sense. Oh Plato, if you could see me now. Except the shadows on the cave wall don't matter nor do the more concrete lumps from which they leap.
These chains holding me here though, they're real. I can feel the effect they have on me. I can choose to let myself be caught up in the drama being played out by the shadow puppets, get caught up in the tragic comedy of the crude characters. Or I can focus on getting myself out of this damn cave and into some real light.
it's a false choice though - whoever is in charge of the show is likely master of the shacklesas well.
Key-holder and Distractor-extraordinaire. Man that's gotta be a sweet gig.
These chains holding me here though, they're real. I can feel the effect they have on me. I can choose to let myself be caught up in the drama being played out by the shadow puppets, get caught up in the tragic comedy of the crude characters. Or I can focus on getting myself out of this damn cave and into some real light.
it's a false choice though - whoever is in charge of the show is likely master of the shacklesas well.
Key-holder and Distractor-extraordinaire. Man that's gotta be a sweet gig.