Excerpt: Section 6

"And there is a Caskill eagle in some sould that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the spaces. And even if he for ever flies within the gorge, that gorge is in the mountains; so that even in the lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar." Herman Melville, Moby Dick Ignorance is bliss. Ignorance of ignorance is hell. It causes us to live in places, which are uninhabitable.  It forces us to breath in air, which is toxic. It makes our minimalist survival seem pleasant. We live in a state of mind which only damages us. Eventually we come to a place where our ignorant speech, actions and thoughts hurt us beyond the point of repair. We become content with nothing because we know nothing. It is familiar. We are too often comfortable with familiar. We like making mud pies in the slums, because we have never taken a vacation to the sea.  This state of safe, but handicapped, living is very fragile. The fabricated living must be impecably maintained. For, at the first glimmer of incontinuity, we begin to question. When someone whispers of a person, place or thing unknown to us, we must automatically know this strange creation. This is precisely what Eve did way back in the garden of Eden. The serpent whispered to her of something beyond her knowledge.  In order for the mirage of habitability to be maintained, the notion of our complete familiarity with the noun must also be kept. For instance, picture a child. This child is devoted to her doll believing that the wooden contraption feels, sees and hears as she does. The child adopts this doll as a fully fledged member of her world. It isn't until the doll's paint begins to wear off or it's body cracks that the child is aware of the truth. And, once the spell has been broken, there is no going back. The child will now begin the pursuit of finding a new, more satisfying friend to replace the doll.  The child expands, while the world stays exactly the same. The world hasn't changed one bit during the progression of her revelation. We decide we must become acquainted with the outside world, only to realize it is perfectly content without us. Therefore we stare at it as long as we can. We are wither invited and welcome or left to stare blankly at the wonder of it all.  They say curiosity killed the cat. I say it is the bane and saving grace of humanity. We can't expand without curiousity, but it too often burns our childish hands. Curiousity and the inherent knowledge it gives forces us to step out of one small pocket and into a larger one. With each new milemarker and experience, we step into larger pockets; because of this our world become bigger. Slowly but surely, our blindness is cured. And, as we (re)gain our sight it is in fact us and not the world that is changing.

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