Metaphysical musings, or fear and trembling unto death (Kirkegaard)
While awaiting judgment, I stand at the mouth of Plato's cave, watching the poor souls imputing absolute meaning to the flickering shadows of the unknowable. Q.V., Plato, The Republic.
Anyone who has read Plato will understand the allusion. Or, maybe it is an illusion per ole J.P. Sartre.
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