Ignorance, ignorance has pervaded humanity throughout all of the ages. Ignorance is a disease which takes a hold of a life, gnawing at the progress that would be made without it.
I say this with irony
It is ironic to be aware of ones own ignorance; yet unable to definitively decide upon a point to begin erradicating it, to somehow be caught in its grasp is a truely ironic situation.
I am gazing upon a picture, an etching which hangs upon the wall above the computer at my parents house. It is of a little wooden cabin, with a few trees surrounding it, a few birds above it, and a dirt path leading up to it.
My thoughts are of how peaceful that little santuary looks, how simple life would be to live in such a place. Yet there, surrounded in the woods the inhabitants would be possessed of a certain kind of ignorance. How quickly could they become dispossessed of their land, if some schemer with more information decided to scam them? How tragic would that be?
Another irony is that we do it all the time, I do it all the time, out of ignorance. Yet what is the truth?
I'm going to make a global statement that most of the time we make or base our decisions upon incomplete information.
That if someone undertakes to fool a portion of society they can easily do it; with smoke and mirrors... what isn't there can seem to be.
I ache to be informed, yet haven't the time to do much more than glance at the headlines, dangerous!
Yet with knowledge comes responsibility
With ideals comes a certain obligation to follow those ideals
in all fairness I am idealogically untrue to myself
and thus deserve in some way my own ignorance.