Remember when you were very young, and you believed in miracles, unicorns, and knights in shining armor? Wasn’t it a beautiful dream? Do you remember how the dream turned into the nightmare?
It was a sad time, wasn’t it?
Our illusions are so precious to us. We would give anything to hold onto that which we believe in, whether the idea is right or wrong. We value our ignorance, for it protects us. We say there is nothing hiding in the shadows, and we believe ourselves.
What happened when you looked into that terrifying darkness and discovered that there really were monsters hiding there?
Some say that people will not recognize truth until it walks up and slaps them in the face. They’re right. But that blow to the head opens our eyes wide, and we are struck with that fateful dart called knowledge. And once that dart has worked its way into your mind, you are every dying and ever healing from what you now know.
Is it pleasant? No. It’s not.
Knowledge is rarely as pleasant as ignorance. The truth is never as delicate and pretty as the fragile illusions with which we surround ourselves. But truth and knowledge are inevitable.
Remember one thing: the truth does not set you free, and knowledge imposes the heaviest chains imaginable.