I blog a lot about fear and ignorance, but only because I have been, and yet remain, one of the greatest cowardly ignoramuses that I know. My only claim to accomplishment is that at least I realize that that is what I am. And I'm not ashamed of it either! But, nor am I proud; why would I be? Realizing that I am a deceived person keeps the blinders of pride off my eyes, and helps me see the world around me much more clearly. It helps me to not be so quick to judge, and hense destroy any chance I might have to learn and experience new things!
So, while I observe the ignorance of other people often, I do not condemn it, nor would I even wish they were not a part of my world. For so wishing would be to wish for my own demise, and that would be silly. The man who spits in my face is as much my brother as any other.
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