Being Farmed The issue is not so much what is illusion and what is truth, it just seems that the conditions of the cave are a reification like the shell of rationality around it. The conditions are not illusory, but they are artificial, they are circumstantial, situational etc. Escaping the cave is no longer a metaphor, the cave is urbanism, suburbanism, institutional.
This idea of reification of illusions where the solid state of the belief is a form of truth: a reality or actuality that is artificial or conditional etc. It is an ironic truth. One is the large population sustained by industrial economies: the farm. It is real, but the social is a construction in every aspect of what is, and what it does. To reject these masses is turned into an irrationality, an adhominem: racism, or misanthropy. To succeed in irrationality would be a breach in the steel shell, but you can test its imperviousness yourself. Not in reality, or actuality, but in nature, the conditions of the world are what matter not the masses. The illusions of the cave, create conditions in the cave that are artificial, unique to the cave, that are not those of the world.