The Name Is A Little Mis-       
   Giving, Because Of Course There Is   
 No Real Geometry In The Caves.  You  May 
 Feel As If  You  Are Venturing Into Some 
 Vast  Structure,  But  You Are  In  Fact 
 Leaving  Any Such Thing At The Entrance. 
     Leaving Physical Tethers Behind,     
  Submitting To An Inescapable Darkness,  
 The World  Around You Becomes More Of  A 
 Manifestation   Of  Your  Mind,   Or   A 
 Collective  Mind,  With A  Shape  And  A 
          Direction And A Taste.          
  Inescapeable Darkness, Because If You   
 Bring  A   Candle  Or  Mount  Electrical 
 Lights,   The   Walls  Only  Serves   As 
 Markers   To   Where  The  Tiny  Spatial 
 Existence Ends And The Darkness  Beneath 
                It Begins.                
 Like An Inverted  Mandelbrot,  The  Real 
 Cave Is  Actually Not The  Pockets,  But 
 The  Black Around  Them.  Keep  That  In 
 The  Moisture  That Permeates  Any  Cave 
 Worth  It'S Name...  It'S The Water  The 
 World  Rose  From.  It'S  The  Water You 
        Drown In, In Your Dreams.         
 The  Only Sounds  In The Cave  Are Those 
 That You Make Yourselves.  They  May  Be 
 Distorted  By The  Stone  Structure, And 
 Amplified  By Your Mind.  Try Not  To Be 
 Alarmed,  Try  To Remember  The  Persons 
 And  Objects Around  You,  And  You  Can 
 Discern   A   Mirage  From   A   Friend.