So in world humanities we have been reading the autobiography of Frederick Douglass... and I must say that it is one of the best things I've ever read. In certain parts of the book, he writes about how knowledge can be both a gift and a curse, which I sometimes feel myself. This isn't to say I'm anything like Douglass... that would just be stupid to say. What I mean is that sometimes I feel like I think about stuff too much... things I wouldn't know about had I not learned about it and questioned it. Example: Religion. I over-think too much when it comes to religion... what purpose does religion have other than setting moral guidelines? Can we truly know if a God exists? Are the teachings of the church really the words of God? Granted, these are all philosophical questions that are left for me to interpret in whatever way I want, but how can some people blindly follow a thousand-year-old book and NOT ask questions? Douglass seemed to loathe the knowledge he was obtaining to educate himself about his people and their future... so much so that at one point he wished he was as ignorant as other slaves. Sometimes I loathe questioning the social standards of today... but I come to grips with it knowing that I can only make changes if I question the problems of today instead of being the ignorant follower of tomorrow. If I was given the chance to discover and learn about something significant, I should take advantage of it... and hopefully I'll do something .0000000000001 as great as Douglass did with his life.