So smug in your professedly academic philosophies that will not admit of anything beyond a narrow frame of reference. Like Plato's cave-people entranced staring at shadow figures cavorting on a wall Cats, dogs, rabbits, and horses, a virtual parade of whimsies While a puppeteer makes hand shapes, manipulating their perception watching the mud wall of evanescent ideas Naming them Reality, re-framed to taste; revisionists without a vision, wall-blinded & feeble-minded demanding the Mister Geppettos to fabricate whole-cloth verities that fit in your safe image You laud them obeying in slaved lockstep, Worshiping at the altar of their contorting concepts but only if it Agrees with the moving wall-shadows & the next fad of froth which can be molded to fit all liars The crowd is your god and master Because it gloms on those ancient idols too
Cave Metaverse
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Nov