The zenith of consciousness comes at the moment we realize that we have forgotten something. We stare inward at that blank void in an attempt to marry our stubborn unawareness with some semblance of a memory. The memory seems to shift away the moment we feel we might grasp it. We prowl around the circumference of our consciousness like a cat above an empty fishbowl. Everything is crystal clear yet we cannot seem to find it anywhere. If luck is on our side it might just appear out of nowhere in time for us to snag it with our little paws. But often enough, we must forget that we have forgotten something before it blossoms once again before our eyes.