These days when you wake up, unexpectedly, with a mad urge to understand everything about yourself… And then you rummage through files, books, memories, and notes; desperately search for new sources, forcing flashes of insight into what you did not perceive before. During the process, those forgotten certainties resurface in your mind, often as if they were new, though they have already been the subject of reflection. These are good days… But the knowledge one has about oneself, though it may connect and give meaning to the past, though it may guide the future, reaffirm vows, and recall decisions, can do nothing against this gigantic unknown, which leaves one’s entire existence open-ended, to be properly understood only when one no longer exists.