Ignorance... is it bliss?

Ignorance and the said happiness thereof is no bliss per se. You don't expect much demand from someone so oblivious to everything except his single view of the world. It's like Mao Zedong's allegory of the frog at the bottom of the well.

You don't expect the frog to think as big, or see as far as you that's knowledgeable through books, travel and other forms of exposure, or you that's metaphorically on top of the well. It's only natural the frog thinks small because it sees the sky as only as big as the top of the well that it's able to see.

If the frog surfaces, has an entirely different view and remains lowly in thought, then you can now blame it or call it mumpsimus. But that's hardly the case, because most frogs eventually become the loudest; you know the intalk: "never see come see."

I think I may have found a word for that kinda mental state. Call it 'frogasm,' you know: that rush of excitement upon sudden enlightenment. It can cause the frog to croak until it blows its throat up; if you know what I mean.