Implies you do not know. Which also implies you know you do not know.
It’s like asking, what’s it like to be a fly.
So what hope is there of ever knowing God…there’s no hope, all that is known, is that nothing can know itself.
Knowledge can only point to the illusory conception of a knower, in this artificial conception.
Might as well be talking to yourself..that imagined OTHER…. Oh wait!