“Put the glasses on! Put them on!” – They Live
Jack Nicholson gave us a Colonel of truth in that movie.
Living in the country has advantages. One of them is being able to conduct experiments into nuclear fusion without a license. Oops. Did I say that out loud?
The other is that I can make a bonfire the size of Delaware. Why would I want to do that? Just like making my own fusion reactor, why wouldn’t I want to do that?
In my case, the next-door neighbor and I have trees that regularly need to be trimmed, or, as I mentioned in a story (A Tree Fell On My House, But I Have A Chainsaw) a while ago, just plain fall down onto my house. We haven’t burned the pile for about three years, so I figured it was time to get rid of prime snake habitat and burn it all down. Winter is the best time for a ludicrously large fire, so we decided tonight was the night.
Now lighting deadwood on fire sounds easy, but this time it was fairly difficult. We were nearly getting ready to give up, go inside, and let the pile smolder out when a section caught. Admittedly it was on the fifth bottle of charcoal lighter fluid, so I guess persistence pays off.
If I ever become an island castaway, I’ll set up a flaming signal on the beach: it’s the shore fire way to get attention.
Within five minutes we had a conflagration pouring tornado-like flames thirty feet into the sky. There is a moment when, after unleashing that fire, I realized it was utterly beyond our control. It was burning fuel so fast that branches suspended five feet about the base were burning with a bright bluish-gold flame. Sparks were shooting 60 feet into the air on an updraft of hot air that would make Maxine Waters blush.
Thankfully, I could release that sweet, sweet CO2 back into the air to Make Siberia Warm Again.
I liked that, because an immense, hot fire burns quickly, and I wanted it to be a boring pile of coals and hot ash before I went inside. It was – within ten more minutes (seven liters) the fire had consumed 70% plus of its fuel and it was perfect for toasting marshmallows – from forty feet away.
We heard sirens sounded like a fire engine in the neighborhood, but we didn’t go and look – showing up at a neighborhood fire with marshmallow roasting sticks is bad form here in Modern Mayberry.
As I sat there beside the fire, I was thinking about Plato.
No, Plato isn’t Goofy®’s dog, that’s Pluto™. Which makes me wonder why a cartoon dog has a dog as a pet? Disturbing.
My computer password is FrodoKirkGoofyScoobyBugsSacramento – just like IT said – five characters and a capital.
What I was thinking about was the dead Greek guy, Plato. In many things, Plato was a complete idiot, but he wrote everything down, so we remember him. Diogenes the philosopher, it is rumored, loved making fun of Plato, especially by putting Icy-Hot™ in the nether regions of Plato’s toga.
But one thing that Plato left us with that was useful was his Allegory of the Cave.
The Allegory of the Cave is a fairly simple story. A group of people are chained in a cave so all they can do is stare at a blank wall. But behind them is a fire, which casts shadows on the wall. Not being able to see real, three-dimensional reality, the people stuck in the cave seeing nothing but shadows give names to the shadows.
I tried to come up with another philosopher pun, but I just Kant. And I Kant lose any more weight. Another Plato.
Their reality, knowing nothing else, are those shadows that they can see.
But one day, one of the people escapes. He leaves the cave, and upon looking around sees the rich tapestry of things that are not shadows. He sees colors. He sees trees. He might see a Taco Bell® depending upon where the cave is.
He finally experiences reality as you and I do, especially if he orders extra cheese on the Nachos Bell Grande®.
It must be a stunning information overload – countless things that he’s never seen before – remember, if it hasn’t cast a shadow on the cave wall, it doesn’t exist in his world.
Having friends in the cave, the escaped person goes back in. “Dudes, you have to see this. We’ve been wrong our whole lives – there’s a rich world out there. Nothing is as it seems to you. Come and see!”
In the kingdom of the blind, is the one-eyed man king?
No, in the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is considered, at best, crazy. More likely, however, the one-eyed man is viewed as a threat that must be eliminated. So is our escapee that returns to enlighten his friends.
No one wants to be robbed of their illusions. Many people don’t want to consider alternate viewpoints. The escapee will be shouted down by the rest of the captives. “Surely,” they say, “such a world cannot exist. If it did, I’d have to change my conceptions, and there are two things I never change, my underwear and my conceptions.”
What kind of pants do they wear in Plato’s cave? Yoga Tights? No. Stalac Tights.
The bad news is, to one extent or another, we’re all prisoners of the cave. We see misperceptions in our daily life, either of our own construct or as constructed for us.
Who would construct misperceptions for us?
Lots of people. Here are a few examples:
- Harry Truman, on August 6, 1945, said: “Sixteen hours ago an American airplane dropped one bomb on Hiroshima, an important Japanese Army base.” Well, sure. It was a militarily important city. And farms were militarily important because they made food that people might eat. And schools were militarily important because they educated children that could fight us. But that would be like saying, “San Francisco, an important American Army base.” (Note: I’m not saying I disagree with the decision, just that Truman’s statement was shady as a Netflix® show about dancing children.)
Don’t worry, in the sequel the Japanese take out Detroit.
- Operation Northwoods: Essentially a plan from the Pentagon for our military to stage terrorist attacks in the United States while pretending to be Cubans as a justification to attack Cuba. Really. Here’s the Wikipedia® on that (LINK). Not Alex Jones. Wikipedia™.
- The CIA performed illegal mind control experiments on American and Canadian civilians. Here’s the Wikipedia (LINK). Most of the documents were burned, so there’s no telling how many people were impacted. When I first heard of this, my response was that it was impossible. Nope. They did it.
- Let’s pull the media in, too. The New York Times® “reporter” Walter Duranty wrote stories that there was no mass starvation in the Soviet Union in the early 1930s, despite knowing that millions were being starved to death on purpose. Duranty got a Pulitzer Prize™ for his lies – a prize that has never been rescinded. I wrote about that starvation here (In The World Murder Olympics, Communists Take Gold And Silver Medals).
I could do dozens more where the government, academia, industry, or unions lied and most people believed them. I’ve written about those again and again – the 1960’s Harvard Sugar Study, anyone (High Carbs, Harvard, Insurance, And Avoiding Doctors)? If it was just statements from politicians that were lies that most of us believed? I don’t have enough electrons on my computer to store all of those.
Essentially, unless I get up and go outside of the cave I’m in, I’m sitting and watching those shadows on the wall. But when I do get up and go outside of that cave, I learn amazing things – all those things that are glossed over in history classes, and generally not easy to find, though they’re (for today) clearly documented on even Left-leaning sites like Wikipedia®.
All of those things that receive warnings on Twitter® and are banned on Facebook™? Shadows. I’m not saying that everything that gets a Twitter© warning is the Truth. But I am saying that if they’re suppressing an idea, it merits investigation and clear thinking, and abandoning your preconceptions to try to find Truth.
But if someone would have told fifteen year old me that those things in the bullet points above were true? Would I have violently rejected that?
Absolutely.
Fifteen year old me wanted to believe in the government, wanted to believe that the press wasn’t hopelessly corrupt. Me in 2020 has seen too much.
If you haven’t seen the movie They Live, there is a scene where the protagonist tries to help his friend stop staring at the shadows on the wall of the cave. In the movie, there are sunglasses you can wear to see a different reality. The clip below from the movie, with Rowdy Roddy Piper playing the protagonist, and Keith David playing his reluctant friend who really, really doesn’t want to put on the glasses (some NSFW dialog):
Rowdy Roddy, rest in peace.
The bonfire in my backyard is now just some smoke and a few glowing coals, not enough light now to cast the amazing shadows that the thirty-foot flame made. But my television is going, showing a documentary where a gentleman is earnestly telling me about his particular trip outside the cave. If he’s right, it changes the world.
As does every trip outside the cave. But, I have my doubts that he’s right because the truth he’s presenting is so counter to mainstream thought, so I’ll keep doing my research. And learning.
Leaving the cave is scary, and it’s difficult. And I absolutely don’t promise that understanding reality a little bit better will make you happy – it’s very likely to have the opposite effect. But it will bring you one step closer to the truth.
Maybe you and I can finally figure out what those shadows really are.
Let’s go see what’s outside.
