
There is a level of comfort with not knowing and the predictable attitude of never having to know, simply stuck, head down, impervious to winds of change, resistant to the opinions of others and even strongly unaffected by the designs of progress. Some might say true happiness comes when all else has been forgotten and so is the head in the sand a chosen philosophy, a conscious decision and way of life, not an escape from all that is but a move toward nonexistence, a method of ignorance that tells a story for all to see. Lest we forget, the head may be buried but the posterior is waving high in the air for all to see, a sentinel of solidarity, staunchly immovable with the hordes of others who fly that flag.
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