Ignorance was a grand time. Ignorance was a fantastic time. Some days I wish I had never left my warm fluffy cushion of unconsciousness. Unthinking, undoing, and unknowing; such a time of ecstasy I will never return to. My mind snarls with all the things I have absorbed; yet I want more. I crave it and need what it offers. But no, I will not take it. I will stand in defiance of it to reject the hypocrisy of it all.
Sometimes it happens that way. Other times not so much.