A belief in hell and the knowledge that every ambition is doomed to frustration at the hands of a skeleton have never prevented the majority of human beings from behaving as though death were no more than an unfounded rumor.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.
The recipe for perpetual ignorance is: Be satisfied with your opinions and content with your knowledge.