Bliss is an exotic feeling. To achieve such emotional euphoria through ignorance seems almost contradictory. As an illusionist weaves his web of falsehood, fallacy, and condemnation of thoughts which are not his own he creates a fulfilling and pride invested sense of security. We climb walls instead of crossing those decrepit bridges, only to find another wall before us. The difference between those who strive to unmask all truths, and those who instead choose to live a life of constant derision never ceasing their ridicule of new ideas, is that one group continues to climb. The other merely broadens its encampment between the given barriers. This is a flaw. Even if we may never truly escape ignorance, it is those who have never tried who will ultimately, and possibly unknowingly, never experience life to the fullest. They will never know what it means to cherish life.