If I had missed my ignorance I would miss my sense of wonder, mystery would vanish, hope will be moot — because nothing above the expected can possibly, can prospectively come to be. If I had my ignorance taken I would live my life as if I were watching the same movie over and over again, because knowledge of the future will match knowledge of the past, and a sense of daring and forwardness would be non-existent. If I had missed my ignorance then all the knowledge I now miss and so possess will have to substitute for all that excitement and fear, all that uncertainty, and the tears — and offer a fitting replacement to that loss. And when that happens I will worship the religion of comprehension — not yet for me to claim. In the now I do have my ignorance with me like a shadow, a decree, a given, a recognition, a truth. My ignorance is my religion and I let it loose.
Gideon Writes 
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