There is a story which I believe too much in for my own good.
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The story goes like this: there is a cave, with all of us sitting around and living and maybe eating raspberries inside. The light of day flows on into our home, casting shadows of all the things which creep and dance in front of the mouth of the cave on its back wall. We are all forever facing the cave back and see all the world as a shadow-play. You know a horse and a tree and a person by the shape they throw on those cave-rocks, but, somewhere, there are things which cast the shadows.
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These are the things I am forever trying to catch out of the corners of my eyes.
