for all we see of the true nature of existence is , shall we say , no more than bewildering and amusing shadows cast upon the inner wall of the cave by the unseen blinding light of absolute truth , from which we may or may not deduce some glimmer of veracity , and we as troglodyte seekers of wisdom can only lift our voices to the unseen and say , humbly , `go on , do deformed rabbit ... it 's my favorite . '