Living in Spelunker’s Paradise

All the lights in Los Angeles my neighborhood my apartment have been off for almost thirty minutes and I have to say, the place looks a lot bigger by laptop light.  The general darkness is soothing, and then, bursting forth with glowing shininess: a rectangle of backlit information, giving me a glimpse out of my…cave:

Behold! human beings living in a underground den, which has a mouth open towards the light and reaching all along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs and necks chained so that they cannot move, and can only see before them, being prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire is blazing at a distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets.

Such was the world before we found the true light of the sun internet.

That is certain.

Uh…thanks Plato.

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