you may call me his Supreme Excellency of Unrememberance. The all powerful, non prejudice lethonomian. Who's mind is bigger on the inside and filled nearly to the brim with the all consuming emptiness of ignorance and unknown unknowns. Have I known the unknown? I know not. Things I knew off are now lost due to unimportance and willfully unremembering. Some things have been lost unintentionally, traveling in the unfilled notspace of my  mind.  I search unceasingly and unsuccessfully for that which I know I know not. I know that no knowers, not I nor anyone, will ever know all of that which I know I know not. And from all knowledge, I know, we will only ever have knowledgeable unknowing and the knowledge of nothing important or impressive in comparison to what I would have myself know and all others know. Much of what we "know" I know must be know-nots. False conclusions perceived as truth. Of this I must say to not presume, and to not pray on dice to call the truth, depending on chance to reveal knowledge. The truth I know is that you perceive truth different than I. And all our truths are true in their own right. There was to be more of this but alas I forgot.