For any philosopher, religious person, or someone with an active curiosity, problem questions are bound to come up. Things like “who are we?” “What is the meaning of life?” and “What is the meaning of thinking about the meaning of life?” Often such ideas are posed to the reader in writing, as if we are to assume that the author has all the answers. After reading one’s fair share of books and articles, it becomes obvious that every writer who asks such questions always employs some tactic to escape from answering them. No one ever has the ultimate answer. True they can speculate, coming up with things like “Death is just mother Earth calling us home again,” but have you honestly ever read such a piece and walked away thinking, “I now know what no one else can know”? No! We the readers, the learners, the listeners are always promised something we can’t have. Still, every time a scholar poses an unanswerable question, a part of me wants to believe that they are about to answer it once and for all. Unfortunately I am always bitterly disappointed.
I will start off this work by stating the obvious. I do not have the answers to ANY of the big questions, so do not get your hopes up. I have thought long and hard about a few of them, but so have others throughout the ages and still there is not a single comprehensive theory of everything. Even science has failed in that respect. In the end, how do we know we are even capable of unlocking such mysteries? What if such concepts are too far beyond the potential of our highly glorified minds? According to Plato this is not the case. His argument is especially evident in his famous “Allegory of the Cave.” As the story goes, a group of humans are chained inside a cave, unable to move in any way. Their eyes are fixed upon shadows on the cave wall, created by a fire out of their range of vision. Since all they have ever known are the shadows, they are their reality. That is until one of them is suddenly unchained and dragged out of the cave to see the daylight for the very first time. When the prisoner has learned the true nature of the world, he returns to the cave to teach his comrades. Alas, they are unwilling to believe his radical rants, and dismiss his ideas as unrealistic. Quite a conundrum to say the least.
A friend of mine and I were discussing how the enlightened human might make the truth clearer to the others. According to Plato, this is almost impossible. In time, perhaps the general public will learn to understand the teachings of an enlightened being as fact, but they will do so kicking and screaming all the way. My friend was adamant that this was in itself the truth. I claimed otherwise. I believe that what is necessary is a proof that is undeniable. Something that ignorance cannot refute. The returning cave person made a grave mistake when trying to teach the others. He (or she) tried to explain what lay outside the cave when everyone else was unaware that there even was a cave, or perhaps what a cave even was. The only way to truly gain their acceptance would be to drag them all out so they could see for themselves. But this is not what happens. Instead, the enlightened being is shunned from the group, and life continues more or less as before. This is hardly surprising. After years of conditioning to a certain view of life, people will not give it up so easily. To do so, they must either be hounded until they do (in which case, the acceptance is more to escape the unpleasantness than actual belief), or they must be presented with that undeniable proof. In this case, they needed to see the outside world.
Around this point, my friend rebutted that there is no such thing as an undeniable proof. Even if one was presented to us, we would likely dismiss it as some form of illusion, and thus show that it was not undeniable. As an example, she told me about her father, who had gone in for extensive surgery. While unconscious, he had an out-of-body experience. For an instant, it made him see the world with a completely different perspective. But when he woke up and told others about it, they dismissed it as merely a hallucination, effects from the anesthesia. After listening to this tale, I asked my friend if her father had believed himself that the occurrence was real. She said that he had. Voilá! A man presented with a defined image of the world for his entire life had dropped it after being out cold for a few hours. Why? Because he was presented with an undeniable proof. It doesn’t matter that the rest of his family didn’t believe him. After all, how could anyone else but one who had gone through a similar experience have the authority to deem the event true or false? None of the others in the family had gone through such an event, and so it is hardly a shock that they chose the sensible choice. Like the teacher from the cave, the man could explain the event all he wanted to the family, and they would probably never truly believe it. Only by experiencing it themselves, by being dragged out of the cave, could they ever hope to understand his perspective.
It is in the nature of the human race to seek out answers, even if they may not exist. Scientists continue to dissect the galaxies (with the Hadron Collider this isn’t a metaphorical statement), philosophers continue to speculate on God, and curious people continue to wonder. Can any of these unanswerable questions ever be answered? Perhaps. But if they are, it must be with their opposite, the unquestionable answer. An answer that undeniably shows that something is so. With the elevated level of the topics involved, how can the answer be anything less? Proving it to yourself is only part of the task. Do not declare wisdom and expect ignorance to bow down. But do not leave your comrades in the cave. Take their arms and pull with all your might, no matter how hard they try to fight. Because at the end, they will see the light.