Plato’s children sit quietly in the dark. They each old a bit of rock in their hand. They got the rock from a larger pile of same that sits respectively before each. These piles, one to a customer, cover their legs and they are in the process of passing them among each other back and forth. Thus the piles that encumber each of their legs never diminish but seem only present to keep them pinned down facing the wall. This activity goes on without cessation. There is a flicker of light that seems to be emanating from behind them, but none of them pay attention. Occasionally there is a great commotion capped off by strange animal like sounds that thunder and echo throughout the enclosure, but as each of them are fully engaged in passing these stones, nobody seems to be too alarmed and they all ignore them. In fact, the scarier, the better. One or two eventually of the multitude, get tired of the heaviness that restrains them and they simply stop passing the rocks. They see the lights and shadows before them on the wall. They toss the rocks at nearby others to get their attention which reduces the amount. The other’s just grab at the large pebbles that bounce off them and disturbed by the violence of this minority simply ignore them. Life for the main group consumed by this endless exchange goes on as it always has as before. Thus the piles restraining these few pariahs diminish and eventually, now having been fully outed by the crowd, they simply crawl away.
Passing The Rock