Imagine a sort of cavernous underground shelter provided with a long entrance open to the light, which extends the full width of the cave and men who are in it from children, tied by the legs and neck so you have to sit still and look only forward, because the bonds prevent them from turning his head, behind them the light of a fire that burns away and in some higher plane, and between fire and chains, a road located in high, and along the way suppose to have been built like a brick to glass panels that rise between the puppeteers and the audience, above those which exhibit their wonders.
"I see," - What a strange scene you describe, "he said and what strange prisoners!
-like us-I said it first, do you think those who are well have seen nothing of themselves or their peers, but the shadows cast by the fire on the part of the cave that is in front of them?
Plato. Republic. Book VII
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