Hibernating thoughts

As the fall season draws to a close, signifying the the beginning of the winter season, multitude of thoughts run through my head. Its the hibernating season, a season to preserve, possible a season to look back, season to muse, mull and reflect. Have things changed? In some sense they have, but in some sense this winter is no different from the previous winter and it may be a long shot but the next winter may not be all that different. If life were a phrase, it would be 'Same old, same old'; a song, it would be U2's 'Stuck in a moment'; a movie, it would have been 'Groundhog day'. Everything is a manifestation of everything else. Changing forms, while one stares at the cave walls, the shadows play around making you believe that things have changed but in reality, there is no reality. I think I hear Plato laughing.