If a man is born within a cavern and the cavern is all the man ever knows has he lived within the world. This dark place where the man resides is home to him, it may even house his one love and furthermore his children. This place feeds him, shelters him. It has been the only parent the man has known, the only teacher. He knows every inch, every shadowy nook, yet the man has found no place to exit. He has never once stepped into the openness we are so accustomed to, yet he is happy. He is elated at every breeze, every drop of water, at every rodent and insect. He knows nothing of our world, yet he has discovered more of it in his existence then we have. He has no obstacles to misinform him. He has nothing, but his senses and himself.