No matter how I ask the question about the meaning of my existence, the mere consideration of possibility gives birth to something as terrible as it is wonderful…
… a thing called FREEDOM.
Freedom is not a choice. It just is. Even the rejection of freedom is an exercise of freedom, is it not?
Inextricably embedded in our very nature and circumstances… freedom is thrust into existence with each and every expansion of consciousness… at once bestowing the gift of knowledge while imposing a burden of commensurate responsibility.
Every advance in knowing more or better “rewards” me with the challenge to do more or better.
Thus, ignorance is bliss.
And that is why ignorance is so popular and freedom so rare.