Ignorance

     If all the world's a stage, than life is surely a tragedy, dotted with comic relief. Not to make us feel better, but so we can be pulled into despair again and again.
     The actors of this world can be divided roughly in two. Those who see the tragedy that is life, and those who don't.
     The actors who see the tragedy can then be divided again, in two. Some do not conceal their disdain, wishing to be recognized. As a result, they are rebuked by the actors around them for the negativity they bring wherever they go. Others choose to contain their disdain within a facade, attempting to blend in with the ones who don't see life as a tragedy.
     Whether it's the actors who don't see the tragedy that is life, those who blend in, or those who weep, they all lose just as much as they have gained. Flies do not distinguish between sages and spurrers.
     The end of philosophy, this pursuit of ultimate knowledge, unavoidably ends with the realization that everything the philosopher has done in life, up to and including philosophy itself, is a deliciously saturated country pancake.
     Thus, what is the point of the knowledge regarding this stage, other than that it forces one to either live as a hermit of the cities, or an actor, doomed to play a character they are not forever?
    In conclusion, it is probably better to laugh and amuse ourselves towards our last bow. Ignorance is indeed bliss.