We sit in shadows, chained against the stone,And take the flickering ghosts for what is real,We name the shapes that on the wall are thrown,And mistake the passing phantom for the steel.Yet he who breaks the iron from his wrist,And climbs the steep ascent into the day,Will find his eyes are blinded by the mist,Of brilliant suns that burn the dark away.The truth is blinding to a mind confined,To comfortable dark and easy lies,But once the light is poured into the mind,No ancient shadow can deceive the eyes.We grope in darkness till we dare to see:The truth alone can set the spirit free.
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