To be dumb, stupid and ignorant. May be a blessing. One can
know too much. To the point of being overcome by anxiety and panic. Knowing
that the world is in deep trouble. Could be worse than not knowing. Yes,
ignorance may be bliss. I’ve decided. That I don’t want to know everything.
Better to be a recluse. To hide out. From the truth. I’d rather live in Hell. And not know it. Than
to know it. I can be happy. Because I
don’t know better. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? I’m taking a strange road to happiness. --Jim Broede
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