Friday, January 19, 2018
"Plato's Cave"––poem by Dorothy
Plato's Cave
In the movement of time
I feel things going more swiftly now,
with an urgency that is
new,
not felt before.
A clock hurrying
to midnight.
A voice saying
enjoy, this may be the last time,
or else
quickly, you haven't got long
to progress.
A destination beckoning
in the distance.
The dream is more real.
Or perhaps the other way
around:
the real is more
like a dream,
a fantasy you concocted
for your own diversion.
Would you do it
some other way?
Yet there remains
some truth,
some adherence to belief,
a clinging to the notion
that you have been here before,
have done this in a similar way
in some other time,
place,
a realm
that feels familiar.
And will welcome you
once more.
Dorothy Walters
January 11, 2018
Plato's cave is one of the fundamental myths of Western society. In this myth, people living in a cave mistake the shadows on the facing wall for real beings, not realizing that the true humans live and move in the world outside the cave. This narrative reveals how many humans mistake the "dream " of worldly pursuits for the reality of authentic life.
