What do we know?

We are slaves in a cave. We are caught in a reality of unknowingness, tied up in darkness, unable to see or hear or even speak. We have to imagine the world around us, fill in the details after we are informed about false truths. The cave of which Plato speaks is a very accurate metaphor. I've been noticing how many puppeteers exist and just how many of the puppets shadows I see. I feel that, in large part, I view myself as seeing the world in the light of the sun, but in truth it's far more likely that I'm viewing false forms in the light of the fire, just like so many other people. So what is it that we really know now? It seems many people are truly satisfied being slaves and having a puppeteer control their information as long as they never have to look at the sun to realize what they've been looking at is wrong. No one really wants to progress it seems, or are just starting to see the light of the sun and are missing the cave so they move back into the mind set of the cave. Why is it that forms of truth are so startling to us? It's an issue of comfort it seems, existing in a state of comfortable unknowing is far more appealing than the initial disorientation of seeing light and seeing truth for the first time. The only ones who believe ignorance is bliss are the people who haven't fully excepted the true forms as true good.