Imagine a cave whose internal structure is an infinite space stretching in every compass direction filled with columns, dips, tunnels, stalagmites, stalactites, streams, pools, drops, walls, fractures, and an unnamable variety of physical obstacles. In this cave there is and must be a ceiling whose distance is unknown to us, the “troglobites,” but in whose ceiling exists infinite windows, where there is an unique and personal window reflecting each of our unique subjective truths, out of which we may catch a glimpse of the shared objective truth. This is Heidegger’s cave and we are born into it, “The concealment of beings as a whole, untruth proper, is older than every openness of this or that being. It is also older than letting-be itself, which in disclosing already holds concealed and comports itself toward concealing”. This cave is “always already there.”

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