I have absolutely no idea what’s going on here. Even though I might seem to be in control of my life, I’ve come to recognize that actually I don’t know anything at all about myself, this life that I appear to be living, or this world around me. In spite of my appearance as a person who possesses a mass of knowledge about the nature of my being, I have to concede that I don’t know any of it to be true. Why? How could I arrive at such a radical conclusion?