What about reflection?

The world is the result of a lattice I have woven with my own hands.

Life agrees to whatever I weave, and Matter fills it up.

If I wove it in my sleep, if I wove it while I was having a nightmare, then who is to blame if the world looks tilted?

Dream good dreams.

Is ignorance bliss?

Ignorance is looking at signs and seeing them upside-down. Seeing them partially. Distorting them.
Thus ignorance is not bliss. It is just ignorance.
Ignorance can only feel like bliss for a short period, until the wheels turn and what went around comes around, until the time comes to reap what we sowed and so learn from our mistakes.

What can I do?

My only freedom is deciding where to fix my gaze. What to listen to. What I focus on, and what I don´t focus on. What will I do? What is my will to do?

Then, quietly, somewhere hidden, those bytes of information get stored. That is no longer my will. It will happen, regardless. Every cell remembers.

The hidden and the holy have something in common. They laugh in unison.

So what can I do? My only freedom is where to fix my gaze. Maybe if I can hear the laughter...