Ridiculous proverbs, entry one

What you don't know can't hurt you.
Oh?
Little irks me more than this asinine perception we have that the world is our plaything; the only reality that exists is present within the impenetrable bubble that surrounds our lives. It makes me think of the common children's' ploy when wanting to disappear; they their hands over their eyes, believing that if they can't see you, they cannot be seen.
Life is an incredibly complex thing. Not enough people seem to realize this, but orbit is not created around individuals. We are merely single cogs in an incomparably enormous machine, not the warehouse in which the machine is kept. Some of us may rise to the level of Supervisor, those who ensure that the cogs operate as they desire. Every cog has a certain degree of influence on its contemporaries, and as it grows in size or power it grows in influence.
What the hell? I'm ranting about man's importance on the general order of society now?
Basically, people in general are obliviates. I don't attribute it to general stupidity; I don't believe that humans in abstract were created devoid of intellect. It does stem, however, from people desperately wanting to feel a certain way about their surroundings. People don't like to acknowledge that danger exists, they enjoy living with a false sense of security. Why? Because the alternative, in most minds, is paranoia. Constant fear of anything and everything; an inability to take anything at face value. Making a husband's late arrival at home into a crazy sex-and-drugs filled foray to downtown Detroit, turning no newspaper in the morning into a hysterical 911 call about the inferentially dead delivery boy. But that's not the way it is.
The majority of us were created very rational. We've been programmed to think in one extremity or another; Jack Bauer assumes the worst about situations because It's a necessity in his line of work. bykrgothboi3918 simply doesn't care, because he doesn't find life worth living. So he turns a blind face to reality and pretends that if he shuts his eyes, clamps his hands over his ears and loudly repeats hamenaHamenaHAMENA, nothing bad could possibly happen. All this whilst he's living in a roach-infested apartment, spending his parents' pity checks on dope, and listing 'Semi-Pro air-guitarist currently employed by punk group Crashn Emotienz' on his Myspace 'Work' tab.
This 'get real' rant was brought to you by everyone who's genuinely sick of delusions.