Allegory Story November 8, 2014 by biochicklet Leave a comment Meaning to return to the cave only to share with my fellow prisoners, I stepped into the shackle and fastened the lock myself. Now I look at the shadows and can’t remember if we actually met. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: biochicklet Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.