The new myth of the cave (and a nod to "The Lord of the Rings")
"There is still some goodness in this world," said Sam in "Lord of the Rings" -. And it is worth fighting for.
Yes, Sam. But why, if you just talk about goodness, we have to get to the point of fighting to get it? Could not establish goodness without a war? Except for the revival of Gandhi, is a bit difficult.
Who knows how many things are happening and affecting us. But unfortunately it is common to trigger a fight between people, a war between countries. Thoroughly explore and cautious in the caves of consciousness and the wisdom to find that something we needed for the purpose of avoiding such conflicts.
I think there was a time (not sure, I lived it) in which conscience and prudence were no caves were home. Visited households daily. It seems that this home was gradually transformed into a museum, where from time to time people are interested in going to see, but after all, what was displayed was "no more than an absurd relic" (as noted by Boromir referring to the shards of Narsil, who as a sword cut off the hand of Sauron ring and preventing them from rooting out evil, notwithstanding that Isildur would later).
That became, at the low productive indifference of the former inhabitants of the former home and museum visitors, a nursing home values. Nobody could take care because of what were once the comforts of home and relics. Were elderly, do not even deserve the delicacy of that rather nice name, and called them "old" in a derogatory manner so that it could not mean anything other than the consideration that were useless, occupied only place that could be spent on better things. Not that the old were last in the list of priorities, or even contained.
Using this analysis, no wonder how we got to the cave. No home comforts, there is a museum with relics, there is no old geriatric. Only one dark and rocky cavern which is hard to walk and if you enter no fear of getting hurt. This ending was predictable.
But wait. Some people still prompt to enter the cave without fear. Only requires a little courage and responsibility, no need to fear. So I will not call this situation the final. No, only today, but the story is, thankfully it's not the end, the inevitable and complete submission and despair. Sign
a beam of light in the cave. Something tells me you have to follow. And I'm just looking for that "something" I mentioned to avoid conflict and harmful consequences. We have to inspect what's been going around in our heads before venturing into the cave. For one thing, although we are not completely safe because our generation did not exist, we believe that once was home. On the other hand, we consider likely, according to that assumption journey, that the fate cracked the work of yesteryear and today we present only a cave. And now projecting a light ... Let
better for all, to believe anything else. I think and sustain the confidence and conviction of someone who speaks knowing what it says. There was a home and can be restored. The real issue is that something, and that require the willing participation all they can, or want. Perhaps that something is buried in old foundations, or under a rock or under a really heavy rock. But with many hands could move the rock and discover what lies beneath his prodigious Dures. Obviously there will be crushed, but you can rebuild. And if you're on the ground, then to buy blades, machines, whatever. Because we dig and every drop of sweat from each participating will be invaluable. Already said those few who do not have to be afraid.
I was reading Plato, in his cave, a prisoner came out and met a better world, really. In our case we must put ourselves into the cave, find the treasure, and when we leave and we open it will automatically transform the world a better place, something more like what we dreamed at times.
We are participants of the new myth of the cave. And if we pay attention to the title, says "the myth of the cave." I hope it's as it is expressed. Myth than a home, but this leaves afloat, is restored and is not an old story. Than a myth. The home is with us today and for posterity. That the cave becomes a myth, it is a thing of the past, no longer has a cave. That truly is a myth of the cave, and we find it far in a while.
Now we are moving in the reality of home and thus only form the new myth of the cave. Do things well, and our children will have the home, not the myth of the home. The house itself will be at the time, in his generation. The beam of light will be a flood of light. Ezequiel
Eiben
2008
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