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

Ignorance is not bliss. Rather, ignorance is blistering.

Ignorance might be bliss, but it also has teeth.

We got where we are because our choices mapped the route and paved the road.

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.

A lot of the situations that we put ourselves in are similar to a cat in a yard full of dogs. We rarely ask ourselves how we got here, (which doesn’t help with the question of how we get out of here), all of which rarely keeps us from finding ourselves in the next yard asking the same questions.