Are you in love with your ignorance? Truth be told it doesn’t really exist, only a catalog of adventitious defilements dulling the Luminous Host. This dullness of spirit always remains external and thus void of the true taste’s enlightened palate. Seeing it as such reveals that one has never been deluded in the first place, just a presumptive vibe in a rotting stew of mistaken identity. When the lid from the boiling pot is lifted, all that remains is the realization that this ordinary goop is nothing more than the original ingredients that have always been stewing-about.