The name, a derivative of the den, but a somewhat darker and more mysterious connotation, removed from the light and airy regions of the house such as the room designated for living or dining, sleeping or washing and storing your pills. There is something primitive about a cave, something that a self proclaimed esoteric, eclectic, would not care to call his room. I suppose one could call it an office or library but that is too fancy for an under-employed so I call it my room. Names are important in that they signify identity. "My room" is neutral. The room may contain the paraphernalia of tributes, the cacophony of attributes, honors, medals and cups with engraving but there is nothing there but old information and it is too dark for anything but hibernation. It implies the need for protection which no longer exists. The industrial room called the kitchen has the supreme role of the continuing provision of life, The solitary life of the cave dweller looks to exclusion and inhibition and advancing into the light of the airy living, blinking in the sunshine, engaging the pianist, does allow the new dispensation to chuck the past, praise the present and look to the future. Man cave as a term is a stupidity forced on a hapless man stereotyped into some sort of a hairy brute without anima and therefore convinced that he should like a cave. Spend your time in the living room and not the museum of life lived and room alone.
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