O sancta simplicitas! In what strange simplification and falsification man lives! One can never cease wondering when once one has got eyes for beholding this marvel! How we have made everything around us clear and free and easy and simple! how we have been able to give our senses a passport to everything superficial, our thoughts a godlike desire for wanton pranks and wrong inferences!—how from the beginning, we have contrived to retain our ignorance in order to enjoy an almost inconceivable freedom, thoughtlessness, imprudence, heartiness, and gaiety—in order to enjoy life!
One of the most breathtaking opening gambits to a chapter i have read it which Nietzsche outines the great delusion that man tells himself and the ignorance he lives in to avoid pain. Its in a similar vain to Dostoevskys quote on suffering
