All my questions are gone

So I'm floating right now in this sadness of unquestioning. The saddest sadness is not knowing one is sad. Socrates said "the unexamined life is not worth living." So for purposes of moving out of worthlessness and into questioning I confess all my questions are gone leaving me naked like a plucked bird. Naked and immobile. So I'm gathering my questions back together into one itchy misshapen lump in hopes that some day soon someone will help me fly again. That's all.