The ignorant man is an end user. He is a lustful end user of desire.
His desire is for the commodity.
The commodity is his freedom.
His freedom is his power.

The ignorant man lives in the present.
The present of desire.
The present of the commodity.
The future is, for him, merely the leftover portion of time.
Time waiting to be conquered by the almighty.
And history is merely a story.
The story of how he overcame what was not him.

The ignorant man hates to see how the past accumulates in the thing.
Thus, he perpetually seeks the novel and discards what becomes the past.
He buries it away so that he does not have to bear the sickening smell of the outlived.
He forgets it.
As if it never existed.

Power is what the ignorant man already possesses.
His single hatred is for things.
Things that do not possess his freedom.
Things that he has to bear to see though he does not wish to.
Things that appear to him despite him.
Things that have no right.

The ignorant man is the lawful tyrant.
The apotheosis of human achievement.
The self-made master.
He deserves what he has.
Those who do not have it deserve not to have it.
They have had the chance to acquire what he has.
The have not made it.
They are worthless.
Away with them!
Knowledge is what the ignorant man already knows.
Truth is within his reach.
His eyes are wide open.
He sees everything.
Everything is what he sees.
The hidden is merely a myth.
The unknown is a whimsical detail of the past.
The human abyss is what has already been overcome.

The ignorant man is different.
He deserves to be different.
He gets pleasure out of being different.
He is a lustful consumer of difference.
He detests the thing that cannot be different.
The thing that does not have the freedom to be different.
The obsolete slave.
The anachronism that should disappear as quickly as possible.

The ignorant man is orderly.
His orderliness is what makes the universe worthwhile.
His orderliness is the shadow of his superiority.
His orderliness is his barricade against the thing that is not high and contemporary enough to comprehend his virtuous truth.
The thing that should not be.

The building block of the order of the ignorant man is the commodity.
A nameless and past-less mass.
The substructure of the ever present game of novelty and difference.
A game that dissolves into the sameness of an ever lived present.
Where everything disruptive fuses into a shapeless conglomeration of novel experiences.

Now let us all pray for the fall of the ignorant man and the birth of the fallen man.
For the rise of the outcast whose blind eyes vividly see how powerless and peripheral he is.
The modern day Oedipus.
The fallen king.
He who knows that truth lies behind the apparent.
He who blinds himself to the apparent.
He who catches a glimpse of another reality.
A reality hidden beneath the thick layers of falseness.
Beyond the taken-for-granted deceit.

Let us hope that the seemingly insurmountable barricades of seeming order will be demolished.
Torn down by the feeble hands of the fallen man.
The fallen man is the worst enemy of the present order.
He knows that it is an arbitrary one.
An order that cannot put forward any legitimate claim.
An order that deserves to be murdered cold-bloodedly.
A miserable order of the ignorant.