Like blind hens, we are ignorant of our own self and the depths within us.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It seems to me that we are profoundly ignorant of ourselves.
People can be ignorant and still have loving, human qualities.
Everybody is ignorant, only on different subjects.
Birds and animals probably think without knowing that they think; that is, they have not self-consciousness. Only man seems to be endowed with this faculty; he alone develops disinterested intelligence, intelligence that is not primarily concerned with his own safety and well-being but that looks abroad upon things.
While some of us may know than others about certain things, it is the thinnest slice of all that is, or could be known. In that sense, we are all profoundly ignorant.
We're blind to our blindness. We have very little idea of how little we know. We're not designed to know how little we know.
We must make up our minds to be ignorant of much, if we would know anything.
We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid.
Blessed are the blind, for they know not enough to ask why.
To keep a person ignorant is to place them in a cage.