If ignorance is bliss than how come I am so happy?

How beautiful it is to be existing in a world of existance.

The only certainty is that there is consciousness

Trying to describe our deeper sense of self is much like describing a hole. How would you describe the hole itself without describing its surroundings?

I do not claim to have the answers. All I claim to have is an open mind that is willing to adapt to new information as it becomes available.

No theory should ever be placed in a position where it is no longer open for debate