The word “spelunking” is one of those words that provides no clue as to its meaning. I 
mean you can follow along letter by letter and end up in a place bereft of knowledge, like a ferret gazing at an electron microscope. Perhaps you think that spelunking is a kind of a drinking game one undertakes in Lichtenstein, traveling from pub to pub until you are found under a flickering street lamp, curled into a fetal position and reeking of swill. You’ve been spelunked fer sure. But no, spelunking is reserved for those brave few who explore caves, deep underground in the cold and dark with hundreds of tons of earth and rock above you. Those of you who have seen the movie “Descent” will understand why this is a bad idea.
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