Enlightenment

by Meritxell Riera Prims

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A still from Steven Spielberg‘s 1977 masterpiece Close Encounters of the Third Kind.

There is a moment in our lives when we finally become aware of the real meaning of things. Or at least that’s what I believed and have experienced, and I believe it’s the path to follow.

As Plato described in his Allegory of the Cave, we were living in darkness and we eventually see some light through a slit, and by following it we get out of the shades and creep up to a place full of light.

Suddenly, that light blinds us, after having spent so much time in complete darkness. And when we start to walk we stumble, we probe and feel everything around us to make sure it’s safe. But somewhere in the middle we get too scared of not knowing what’s ahead of us and we quickly creep back to the den. We haven’t even given our eyes time to get accustomed to the light.

We prefer the dark. Funny enough, we’ve got to know as little about what’s in the cave, in that tunnel underground -since it’s so dark we haven’t even been able to go far enough to find out- as about what’s under the blinding sunlight. So, fear cannot be a reasonable excuse to remain in the dark. What’s more: if we had given our eyes time to get used to the light, we would have had a useful guide throughout the rest of the journey, as long as it may have been.

Even when being outside of the den the night might have come, we would have realised that darkness was just a temporary blackout; and that after those silent and mysterious hours, sunbeams would light our way again.

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