Love is hell

In Plato's Allegory of the Cave, the prisoners are chained in a cave, facing a wall upon which they can see shadows being cast from a fire behind them, and from the men that traverse the walkway between the fire and the turned backs of the men. The prisoners, unable to see the fire or the actual figures moving behind them believe that the flickering shadows on the wall are the reality, not the illusion.
Being released from his chains, a prisoner would be able to look at the fire and at the figures that had cast the shadows upon the wall, but he would not recognize what those things were and would revert back to the safety of the shadows on the wall because they would be more real to him.
And, being allowed to leave the cave and acclimatize to life on the outside, the prisoner would expand his knowledge, his reality. But, returning to the cave, none of the other prisoners would believe what it is he was trying to explain to them: they would think the trip to the surface had corrupted his eyes.
I have been staring at the wall too long, of my own volition.
I may or may not make it outside, but I'm infinitely grateful that someone else made it out and came back to tell me about it.
Honk if you’re tired of my pedantic, veiled and esoteric posts.
I can’t be demure all of the time...