Paradoxical Thought

I live in a box where I'm constantly barraged by a personal concoction of paradoxacle thoughts and it haunts me - and at the cost of any and all of my previous notions, I question my very existence as a prawn in the shadow of an infinite ocean. In the face of adversity I wade through a vast uncertainty, disect to reveal a dichotomy that evades intellect universally rendering the fruits of my efforts in vain, the only knowledge I've gained is the knowledge that I don't truly know anything- and if it mattered at all in the past it was thanks to the knowledge I lacked. curiosity leads to questions, and their answers breed concern everytime I make a connection it only reveals to me there's more to learn. I'd be remiss not to admit I miss the bliss of ignorance- things were so much simpler before the connections commenced to wreck my conscience