Book
VII of the Republic
The
Allegory of the Cave
Here’s
a little story from Plato’s most famous book, The Republic. Socrates is
talking to a young follower of his named Glaucon, and
is telling him this fable to illustrate what it is like to be a philosopher—a
lover of wisdom: Most people, including
ourselves, live in a world of relative ignorance. We are even comfortable with that ignorance,
because it is all we know. When we first
start facing the truth, the process may be frightening, and many people run
back to their old lives. But if you
continue to seek truth, you will eventually be able to handle it better. In fact, you want more! It’s true that many people around you now may
think you are weird or even a danger to society, but you don’t care. Once you’ve tasted the truth, you won’t ever
want to go back to being ignorant.
[Socrates is
speaking with Glaucon]
[Socrates:] And now, I said, let me show in a figure how
far our nature is enlightened or unenlightened:--Behold! Human beings living in
an underground den, which has a mouth open towards the light and reaching all
along the den; here they have been from their childhood, and have their legs
and necks chained so they cannot move, and can only see before them, being
prevented by the chains from turning round their heads. Above and behind them a fire blazing at a
distance, and between the fire and the prisoners there is a raised way; and you
will see, if you look, a low wall built along the way, like the screen which
marionette players have in front of them, over which they show the puppets.

[Glaucon:] I see.
And do you see, I
said, men passing along the wall carrying all sorts of vessels, and statues and
figures of animals made of wood and stone and various materials, which appear
all over the wall? Some of them are
talking, others silent.
You have shown me a strange image, and they
are strange prisoners.
Like ourselves, I
replied; and they see only their own shadows, or the shadows of one another,
which the fire throws on the opposite wall of the cave?
True, he said; how could they see anything
but the shadows if they were never allowed to move their heads?
And of the objects
which are being carried in the like manner they would only see the shadows?
Yes, he said.
And if they were
able to converse with one another, would they not suppose that they were naming
what was actually before them?
Very true.
And suppose further
that the prison had an echo which came from the other side, would they not be
sure to fancy when one of the passers-by spoke that the voice which they heard
came from the passing shadow?
No question, he replied.
To them, I said,
the truth would be literally nothing but the shadows of the images.
That is certain.
And now look again,
and see what will naturally follow if the prisoners are released and disabused
of their error. At first, when any of
them is liberated and compelled suddenly to stand up and turn his neck round
and walk and look towards the light, he will suffer sharp pains; the glare will
distress him, and he will be unable to see the realities of which in his former
state he had seen the shadows; and then conceive some one saying to him, that
what he saw before was an illusion, but that now, when he is approaching nearer
to being and his eye is turned towards more real existence, he has a clearer
vision,-what will be his reply? And you
may further imagine that his instructor is pointing to the objects as they pass
and requiring him to name them,--will he not be perplexed? Will he not fancy that the shadows which he
formally saw are truer than the objects which are now shown to him?
Far truer.
And if he is
compelled to look straight at the light, will he not have a pain in his eyes
which will make him turn away to take and take in the objects of vision which
he can see, and which he will conceive to be in reality clearer than the things
which are now being shown to him?
True, he said.
And suppose once more,
that he is reluctantly dragged up a steep and rugged ascent, and held fast
until he’s forced into the presence of the sun himself, is he not likely to be
pained and irritated? When he approaches
the light his eyes will be dazzled, and he will not be able to see anything at
all of what are now called realities.
Not all in a moment, he said.
He require to grow accustomed to the sight of the upper
world. And first he will see the shadows
best, next the reflections of men and other objects in the water, and then the
objects themselves; then he will gaze upon the light of the moon and the stars
and the spangled heaven; and he will see the sky and the stars by night better
than the sun or the light of the sun by day?
Certainly.
Last of all he will
be able to see the sun, and not mere reflections of him in the water, but he
will see him in his own proper place, and not in another; and he will
contemplate him as he is.
Certainly.
He will then
proceed to argue that this is he who gives the season and the years, and is the
guardian of all that is in the visible world, and in a certain way cause all of
the things which he and his fellows have been accustomed to behold?
Clearly, he said, he would first see the sun
and then reason about him.
And when he
remembered his old habitation, and the wisdom of the den and his fellow
prisoners, do you not suppose that he would felicitate himself on the change,
and pity them?
Certainly, he would.
And if they were in
the habit of conferring honors among themselves on those who were the quickest
to observe the passing shadows and to remark which of them went before, and
which followed after, and which were together; and who were therefore best able
to draw conclusions as to the future, do you think that he would care for such
honors and glories, or envy the possessors of them? Would he not say with Homer, better to be a poor servant of a poor
master, and to endure anything, rather than think as they do and live after
their manner?
Yes, he said, I think that he would rather
suffer anything than entertain these false notions and live in this miserable
manner.
Imagine once more,
I said, such a one coming suddenly out of the sun to be replaced in his old
situation; would he not be certain to have his eyes full of darkness?
To be sure, he said.
And if there were a
contest, and he had to compete in measuring the shadows with the prisoners who
had never moved out of the den, while his sight was still weak, and before his
eyes had become steady, and the time which would be needed to acquire this new
habit of seeing might be very considerable, would he not be ridiculous? Men would say of him that up he went and down
he came without his eyes; and that it was better not to even think of
ascending; and if any one tried to loose another and lead him up to the light,
let them only catch the offender, and they would put him to death.
No question, he said.
This entire
allegory, I said, you may now append, dear Glaucon,
to the previous argument; the priso-house is the world
of sight, the light of the fire is the sun, and you will not misapprehend me if
you interpret the journey upwards to be the ascent of the soul into the
intellectual world according to my poor belief, which, at your desire, I have
expressed whether rightly or wrongly God knows.
But, whether true or false, my opinion is that in the world of knowledge
the idea of good appears last of all, and is seen only with an effort; and,
when seen, is also inferred to be the universal author of all things beautiful and
right, parent of light and of the lord of light in this visible world, and the
immediate source of reason and truth in the intellectual; and that this is the
power upon which he who would act rationally, either in public or private life
must have his eye fixed.