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Walking down a dark hallway, can’t see a thing, not even Plato’s shadows. This is my life. Where am I going? Can’t see. Where am I now? Don’t know. Seems I’m searching for something, but how do you know in the dark what you’ll find, or if you’ll ever know what it is. This is a bit darker than usual, but since I’m writing by the light of my laptop at 11pm, I guess I’m allowed that.