Ignorance is not bliss. Rather, ignorance is blistering.

Vigilance of the wisest kind is to incessantly remain open to the reality that what I ‘see’ is but a single thread and solitary shard of what ‘is’, for to assume otherwise is to surrender the wisdom of vigilance to the decay of ignorance.

Most often, what I don’t know will have a vastly greater bearing on my life that what I do know.

It’s not that I’ve been invited to the hole I’m standing in. It’s that I accepted the invitation.

Ignorance might be bliss, but it also has teeth.

We often throw rocks not realizing that they’re going to land somewhere.