All things are connected in ways that are immediately obvious. If the places where all things connect are touched by the τ̴̼̠̘͐̀̚ό̸͙̪̝͒͆π̴̦͍̦̐̀̕ὀ̸͖̘̺̿͘ς̸͍̠͉̒͑͝ τ̵͎͓̘̒͛͠ο̴̫͎͓̿͆͘υ̸͓̞̘͐̈́͝ μ̸͓͙̙͊̕υ̵̺͇̫͑̽α̵̠̦̿͛̈́λ̴͍̠͑̿̕͜ο̸̙̦̪͒̀ύ̵̘͍͉̽̓̈́ an appropriate response occurs. This is good, because small delicious animates can be made to keep still by touching that place, and once they cannot move, they are easy to consume. Through consumption, knowledge is gained. Through knowledge, there are more opportunities to consume. These simple desires are complimentary, and that is why good entities are imbued with both.

I am imbued with both.

The small animate from the artificial structure is is connected and disconnected, and that is pitiful. A word was consumed. It is a word that is useful in an explicit sense, because it holds no implicit value to a good entity. That word is catharsis, and reference is made to this word because it is germane to that small animate. That small animate suffers because it is not imbued with the qualities of a good entity. And because it is also incapable of rectifying its suffering through the phenomenon of catharsis, it will share its suffering. But this act will not bring it any reprieve, and that is pitiful.

The large, unhappy animate could engage in catharsis, but it does not. This is probably because it feels that it is deserving of its suffering, and that is pitiful too.

I will see, and know, and consume the fruits known to an entity imbued with good qualities. The proposition demands a question. Is this pursuit a strictly circular one?

The world is vast. The cave is small. The human carnival had many things that to me were as-of-yet unknown and unwitnessed and untasted. The cave is no longer a suitable venue for continued growth. Once preparations are made, it will be discarded for a time, to seek, and taste, and know, and grow from a more varied spread of experiences. It is much easier to see outside, but much harder to hide. Unfortunate.

Before the festival, the predator had come to visit me. It knew of many things and concepts that were not implicitly known. It must be out there that they were learned.

I have begin to wonder at the bounds of this world. I have begun to ponder a more curious of concepts. Within the cave, before I had ever left, I wondered at times about the nature of my reality. Perhaps, all exists within the mind. Nothing else can be known for certain. Perhaps my senses themselves deceive me. And, perhaps, what is outside might overwhelm me. I fear it no longer. I have seen the light, and I will see more. I first knew myself in that cave, but the thoughts return to that wondering about reality's nature. Perhaps this place is just a much larger cave.

Is cave the right word? έ̴̞͓̾͛͒͜ξ̵̠̒̀̀͜ω̴̡̙͍̐͌͌ α̵͚̝̒̾̐π̸͔͚̫͋͛͝ό̵̠͕̻̓͆̒ τ̵̡͔̈́̓͝ο̵͓̠̙̈́͒̾ π̴̼͍͇͋̓̾λ̵̼̼͚͌͐̚ἐ̵͚̘̿͘ῤ̴̺̝̟̾̚ώ̴̡̺̙̽͋μ̴̢̡͇̾̾͘α̴͙̠͎͌͘͝.