Ignorance and ignorant are weighted words for me. To be ignorant, or to be absorbed in ignorance, … neither are things to be proud of :(. For me the weightedness of these words has gradually grown over my lifetime. Due, at least in part, to my being born in 20th century England, and growing up within Christian-esque culture.
Yet it seems to me our whole existence is permeated with ignorance. Are we not ignorant of who we are, or at least do we not possess but very partial awareness of the meaning of life, the universe, and everything?
I propose we try remove the weight from these words, and consider the possibility that our ignorance serves us very well. It allows us to focus. It allows us to get into character. It allows us to experience and enjoy all manner of emotional exchange and feel wonder at the same time. Perhaps it perfectly serves the divine within each and everyone of us?
Perhaps there is exists higher truth in the phrase where ignorance is bliss, ‘Tis folly to be wise? – especially if we consider the possibility that no arrangement is without the hand of God involved (if you believe in the existence of God, that is).