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Vijay Fafat
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A tickling “Twilight Zone” kind of story, where a marooned Nazi, “Lieutenant Ernst Schlagel, of the Luftwaffe”, finds a mysterious old man in what might well be “Plato’s Cave”, sitting on an ancient chair, hunched over an old book under the flickering lights of two torches. What strange topology the cave has, what encounter the lieutenant has with Zeno’s paradox, why the cave has a feel of “Hotel California” (‘you can check out but you can never leave’) - these are things you need to read in the lovely metaphysical nugget. I leave out my little quibble that in such a cave, there can be no sound, no light, no extended matter…