Shadows and Reality

I have always been intrigued by shadows - to catch a glimpse of passing wings dark against the ground, I know there is flight above. There's magic in the creation that comes from dark and light and yet has no substance to believe in. Plato's allegory of the cave demonstrates this well - not only are we spelled bound by ilussions but imprisoned by the shadows we mistake as the world. Yet to the master of light, one who knows that it is his own inner fire that cast shadows- he playes freely in all worlds and steps between at his own choosing. The shadow exist because of light - yet light...light is who we are. That's reality.