What Do I Know?

What do I know:

but what do I know? Is there anything that I hold as certain? The truth is that I take much for granted, assumptions made of all beyond this present moment. There is so little that I really know, and even less that demands my attention to function in the world. My body has it’s own way of knowing, perfectly fine without my conscious will to draw breath, or cause my heart to beat, or any of the infinite vital…