“Plato’s Cave” or how I stood still.
We are told that it is right to stand up, to make our way out of the cage through knowledge and then to enjoy the marvelous light of the sun. In other words to escape from the universe of darkness and shadows and ignorance we live in. But is there really a path to lead us outside the cave? For even if we manage to get out of the cave, a cave leads to another bigger cave, and so on. And before asking if it is useful to exit the cave, one must reflect beforehand whether or not is even possible to exit it. Because the fire in the cave did not appear by itself; and it wasn’t set at random in the cave either.
So who set the fire into the cave for the first time?
It’s like in the game of chess, when the only available move is not to move. It’s like walking on end on a path and realizing that you actually made no step forwards, because whoever created that path made sure that it’s taking nowhere. So, instead of trying to get out of a labyrinth designed by default to not let anyone get out of there, one should rather change the direction. Towards the inside.
King and queen
I often imagine life as a game of chess. Fighting. Pleading. Making decisions. Making sacrifices. Losing people we care about or people that we only meet. And at the end of the game, winning, losing or remaining paralysed. Realizing that the victory is actually the gameplay itself. You’re made of wood. You’re made of the body and the spirit. You’re made of the king and the queen.
The king and the queen. Generally seen as a couple. I imagine them rather as a duality. One existence living as two inseparable complementary entities. They’re inseparable, yet they live separately. They wait to find each other. The king, the locked-in power and the queen, free but deprived of the sense of direction. They complete each other and the king cannot possibly win the game without his queen.
And in the end who are you playing against? The destiny? The result of passive-aggressive behavior, where the force of justice brings about its reaction to the act of “no-action”? What’s your weapon? The chain of the decisions that you make on your trip through the chessboard? Your experience and the network of people of whom you are surrounded?
So many questions…
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