Confessions of madness

What is human activity and human endeavor but the essence off fruitless action. We search for a meaning and purpose in life, we yearn for something more, vying to earn our place on this earth and within it's history. But what many fail to realise is the ultimate insignificance of their work. It is said by some that a key differential separating humans from animals is the ability humans have to recognise their own consciousness. No only that but also to recognise their own immortality. Because of this, many a man is lead to the depths of madness and beyond, trying to search for a meaning, a purpose in their life. Ignorance is bliss they say, well if I am no ignorant man please alter me into such a state of thinking. For to learn is to know, and to know is to wish for more, such a dangerous thing that can be. Give a man a single thought. That is to work for the greater good. Give him this thought and all would be right in his life. But to give him hope of more. Give the illusion of freedom. I consider this to be the cruellest of burdens.