Unknowing is not a cloud that conceals understanding requiring explanation to clear the air. Knowing is the cloud perhaps seductively defined by wisps and vapor Rorshack shapes of weather spilled like milk across the sky. You can analyze the knowing cloud but only in the now; if you study for just a moment you see it morph and merge and dissipate. Unknowing is instead a gentle breeze nudging limits of the knowing cloud; not a gale wind bent on smashing proofs but a subtle cue to notice how knowing waivers. Unknowing is and must be ever present to shift the shape of knowing and whisper why?