We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability!
It's a fact is ignorant in some way or another. Ignorance is our deepest secret. And it is one of the scariest things out there, because those of us who are most ignorant are also the ones who often don't know it or don't want to admit it. Here is a quick test: If you have changed your mind about some fundamental tenet of your belief, if you have never the basics, and if you have to do so, then you are likely ignorant. Before it is too late, go out there and find someone who,, believes, assumes, or considers certain things very strongly and very differently from you, and just have a basic honest conversation. It will do of you good.