Tantamount
As you search around for quite a while, there still seems to be more questions, question after question, like where this place is, why these men are chanting and to whom or to what, why you are here, and there are still yet more questions that you keep in the back of your mind. These men seem like mad dogs doing nothing, but you are still curious.
You start to wonder who or what you are. You don't have a name, or even a body. You try to "recollect" information about yourself, but you draw a blank. Somehow you are able to recite entire libraries of information, so much information is stored in your head about the history of the world and about all the various conflicts and strife, all the philosophy, and all the religious and political movements and practices. You know so much and can distill it all in your mind with perfect clarity. You see the connections between each bit of information and every other bit of information and can fit all the pieces together in the right order.
You start to wonder who or what you are. You don't have a name, or even a body. You try to "recollect" information about yourself, but you draw a blank. Somehow you are able to recite entire libraries of information, so much information is stored in your head about the history of the world and about all the various conflicts and strife, all the philosophy, and all the religious and political movements and practices. You know so much and can distill it all in your mind with perfect clarity. You see the connections between each bit of information and every other bit of information and can fit all the pieces together in the right order.