What does this quote make you think?
Well, if that's the case, my hometown and general surrounding region comprise one big bubble.i have seen ppl that does life the principle of "ignorance is bliss", and all i can say to that is "go die in your own f-king bubble".
really harsh, but that's all i can think.
On a lighter note, and to put this in a more humorous context:As a general rule, the smarter you are, the more life sucks. My cat doesn't worry about shit. He doesn't worry about the fact that his life span is like 15 years and he is halfway there. He doesn't opine about how we was torn from his mother, and he doesn't miss her. He doesn't ever think about his own mortality, or worry about the health of others. His past doesn't haunt him, nor does anxiety about the future paralyze him. He just lives, in the truest sense of the word. He is ignorant as fuck, his world is incredibly simple and without reflection, but it is good. Ignorance is freedom is this sense. I know it is hip to to be misanthropic and act like humans are some terrible plague who destroy nature, but nobody deserves more sympathy than humans. Nobody has it harder.
Plenty of creatures can be in bliss without knowing "ultimate torment". I don't know where you are getting that from. Torment does just that, it torments us; bliss does not need to be weighed against torment to be felt. Anymore than I need a great pain in my back for a massage to feel good, or be in pain for alcohol to make me feel good.You can never experience bliss without also knowing ultimate torment. Are the truly ignorant even capable of that? I think not. Our knowledge brings us pain, but it is also the thing that makes bliss possible.
Without a context, happiness is dulled right along with the suffering.
Pain and pleasure are just blunt sensory instruments. They don't require one to feel the other. I don't need to experience a great tragedy to love or be blissful. I am not in any pain right now, but a particular woman showing me affection would be so euphoric. Her sex and affection does not make me feel good because I have experienced tragedy in the past. It just simply makes me feel good.The human mind is often, and I think it is for the most part, in a state neither of pain nor pleasure, which I call a state of indifference. When I am carried from this state into a state of actual pleasure, it does not appear necessary that I should pass through the medium of any sort of pain. If in such a state of indifference, or ease, or tranquillity, or call it what you please, you were to be suddenly entertained with a concert of music; or suppose some object of a fine shape, and bright, lively colours, to be presented before you; or imagine your smell is gratified with the fragrance of a rose; or if without any previous thirst you were to drink of some pleasant kind of wine, or to taste of some sweetmeat without being hungry; in all the several senses, of hearing, smelling and tasting, you undoubtedly find a pleasure; yet if I inquire into the state of your mind previous to these gratifications, you will hardly tell me that they found you in any kind of pain; or, having satisfied these several senses with their several pleasures, will you say that any pain has succeeded, though the pleasure is absolutely over? Suppose on the other hand, a man in the same state of indifference, to receive a violent blow, or to drink of some bitter potion, or to have his ears wounded with some harsh and grating sound; here is no removal of pleasure; and yet here is felt in every sense which is affected, a pain very distinguishable.
I put men to death in war, I fought duels to slay others. I lost at cards, wasted the substance wrung from the sweat of peasants, punished the latter cruelly, rioted with loose women, and deceived men. Lying, robbery, adultery of all kinds, drunkenness, violence, and murder, all were committed by me, not one crime omitted, and yet I was not the less considered by my equals to be a comparatively moral man. Such was my life for ten years.
Knowledge and reflection on our lives can be poison. There are many memories that do nothing but harm us. To be free from memory is to be free from worry.I am now suffering the torments of hell: I am calling to mind all the infamies of my former life—these reminiscences do not pass away and they poison my existence. Generally people regret that the individuality does not retain memory after death. What a happiness that it does not! What an anguish it would be if I remembered in this life all the evil, all that is painful to the conscience, committed by me in a previous life….What a happiness that reminiscences disappear with death and that there only remains consciousness