Ï TÄÏLÏ MÏ LÏ VÖÏ Ï ÜLÏ MÏ SÄË DÄ Ï TÄÏLÏ MÏ LÏ VÖÏ Ï ÜLÏ KÄË Ï TCHÏ MÏ SÄË DÄ CÖ ÏLÏ FÜN TÄ ÏLÏ SÜN DÏLÏ MÏ MÄ Ï LÏNÏ TÄ ÏLÏ CÜN DÏLÏ ÜNTÄ ÏLÏ FÜ FÜR ÏN DÏLÏ ÜNDÜLÏ FÜRÏ ÜNTÄ LÏBËRTÄ
The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.
It is a mercy not all are granted. Some see the connections that should, for the sake of peace and sanity, never be seen. Perhaps the willful ignorance of the masses is for the best, perhaps not. Is it not better to know the truth, no matter how bitter, than to continue to believe the saccharine dishonesty of omission?
