With the appearance of light comes shadow
Yet the real remains unchanged.
Though far from reality, it tells of the reality of the real.
Assume the world without shadows
Pity though it be,
that the two exist,
Or three: light, reality and shadow.
Or should darkness make four?
For most of the world's vision,
Occupy the shadow and all its like.
But only few men see the real thing.
Imagine a shadow-less world.
The shadow - as beautiless as it is,
so non-majestic and formless,
Yet it draws the attention of many-a-man
From beholding the beauty of reality.
Is the real made for the very-few alone?
Or has the eyes turned away from it?
This I know:
that in darkness exists no shadow;
Without the real, no shadow deceives
That light shines to unveil the reality
Yet it can't help making more shadows
To deceive the sons of men.
Think of a world without shadows
Why do many perish, sons of men?
And why are very few wise?
From nothing comes nothing
Shadows habour no wisdom, nor do darkness
True wisdom lies in the light, in the real
And not very many behold the real
But then, for the neophytes,
what is the real?
Where lies it?
Since many take the shadows for the real
Very simple, first is the light;
Then the real;
At the bases comes the shadow.
Simply look beyond it
There lies the in-thing…