An Allegory from a Cave

artwork found in the Lascaux caves

What is a prison had become my home. I, not realizing I was imprisoned, was comforted by the walls, by the chains.
The heavy shackles were as golden bracelets. The cold loneliness became my friend, an ally. The shadows were the forms of gods and men, giants and angels, heros, and soldiers.
But a sliver of light broke into that darkness, and slowly I crawled along the dampened ground. Someone unshackled my propitious chains, and for a time I knew fear.
However, I have come to know the shadows for what they are. Darkness. Reflections. But not truth.