Just as hideous as biblical literalism, Modernity amusingly misconstrues Plato at his core.
"It's propaganda!"
"You have to see what's behind it".
"This is alienation!"
"Seek the truth!"
These are so pitiful, deplorable.
But, let'em escape the cave - all the blind, weak, hasty, scared, desperate chicken.
Let'em gloat their delusion of aviation, elevation, breeze, vision.
Let'em satisfy their paltry, meager stomach.
Let their piteous, amenable, haughty eyes delude themselves.
Shall one contemplate the commical asinity of such frail spleens.
Shall one exploit and degrade such feebleminded flock.
Shall one not be afraid of the calamitous, grating, reticent, vacuum of caves.
Shall one ponder the reality of the fiction.
Shall one behold, envisage, explore, touch, undergo the shadows.
Shall one see the truth as a child of itself.
Shall one not hunt the real, but the realest.
Shall one use the realest to govern the real.
Shall shadows themselves howl more than the object, the truth.
Shall the realest create the real.