the cave is an invagination of itself, so sorry, reality doesn’t care about ideal forms, and ideal mathematics even less, sorry Gödel, equating ideal forms and mathematical order or something, just no. So Platonism is still more a preference or a hope than it is a useful or even fabulous position.

the cave is a gastrulation

a body

an animal projecting its best ideas best left unsaid

whereof we cannot speak

the rock of the cave wall is the flesh of our mouths

the tongue knows

the ears listen to what whereof we inwards hear

listening?

(also keep ports to the left)