I’ve made many difficult choices in my life, choices that at one point or another have brought pain and sorrow to everyone I cared about. That’s a heavy burden to bear, even if the path one chooses is the only one in sight.
I wonder if a ray of light were to make it into the cave, would I be able to see it, or feel it? Would I gravitate to its warmth? And if I did, would I become less hideous?