Ignorance has laid itself down as our doormat for the filth of our human ideas. We can choose to step over the mat leaving our filth in tact for the rest of our walk of life or we can spend a moment to scrub our feet. When the filth is left on our souls, the journeys get more dangerous. Removing the debris, would if only for a short while to expose our tread. The tread that may allow us to grasp the very rock we need to hick that very large cliff of hope.