I have done things that I regret. Not done things, which I regret as well. What if we escaped from Plato’s allegory? If bonds dissolved and we came to know that the shapes on the wall had no substance. What if we became exposed to the real sun? We get a thousand months or so, that is all. We can remain prisoners, content in imagined truth, or we can leave the cave with our shadow cousins and shed our regret.
Thinking: the talking of the soul with itself – Plato