PRISONER OF CONSCIOUSNESS

 PRISONER OF CONSCIOUSNESS

We live in a fabrication of our own making. As Plato would call it, a "cave". You know Plato's Cave?

Plato, as I take the gentleman, observed that we mostly live in a "cave", mezmerized by the shadows on the wall. And, that there's an other level just outside. One that we meet directly as it is. 

We live there when we're live preoccupied with a picture/story of the world of our own imagining. And we fight and tussle over who's version is correct, or worth following. 

There's another world. The real world. The world we live in together in common. Mountains, rivers, hills, valleys, the sky, the Sun and the Moon. The imagined world is the one we overlay on that basic canvas. 

All it takes to find way out of the cave is to entertain the questions: "What is this?" "What am I?" In other words to consider the possibility that it's not what you think it is. Not what anyone thinks it is.