It’s fascinating how you turn Plato’s concept on its head, suggesting that our truest essence lies hidden beneath, not somewhere in the heights above.

This view really hits on the idea that, no matter how far we've come, there's a primal part of us that never left that cave.

It feels like those ancient artists left reminders not of a mystical “beyond” but of the depths of who we are—something that time or progress can’t erase.

The way you connected this with Plato's philosophy adds an extra layer, making me wonder: are we looking in the wrong place when we search for meaning?

Thanks for sharing.