/lit/ - Literature

>>5722801
Bane and CIA are much like embryos inside their mother's womb (The plane). Their dialogue is inexplicably convoluted, fractured, like the echoes in Plato's cave. The plane splits open, (like a vagina, when the infant crowns during childbirth) Bane and CIA are finally free of their confines. Or are they?

Suppose an infinite series of Plato's caves, each group of chained men sees the shadows of other chained men, who watch the shadows of the chained men above them, and so on and so forth. What is /tv/ really suggesting with the endless repetition of said meme? Is there an end to human knowledge?

I spend more time researching books so I can lie about having read them than it would take to read the actual book.