Bliss

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-Bliss-

"They say ignorance is bliss. Is it?"
He pondered it, eyes closed.
"Not knowing is part of the game."

"They say those who do not know have it easy..."
He opened his eyes; dark grey infinite pools of iris.
"But it's anything but such."

"Not knowing is the worst part! I spend hours upon hours fearing what lies next."
He struggled to stand, his legs giving way to the rocky ground below.
"I'm stuck frozen in fear, not knowing what I'm up against, nor what I'm supposed to do."

He collapsed on the rock surface, earth crumbling beneath his weary form.
"Knowledge is power! If you know how to prevent it, rather than be blind, you know how to get the better outcome."
His thoughts swirled; ignorance wasn't bliss.

It was far from that.
Ignorance is weak.
It's for the weak.

"To know the outcome,

Is to know the truth."

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