A slightly absurd story by Kaushik Vishwanath, which I did not like a lot, but which held my interest. But who knows, you might like it.

Once upon a time, there lived a man.
This man knew everything.

….

He was eating breakfast with his fork and knife. As he ate, he thought, I know everything there is to know. I am omniscient. Then, suddenly, as he took a bite of his delicious omelette, a question popped into his mind.
What is the meaning of life?
The man continued to eat.
I already know the answer to that question. I know everything!

….

Then another question popped into his head.
Who am I?
The man continued to eat.
I’m bored of these questions I already know the answers to. I know everything!

The omelette was almost over. Then another question popped into his head.
How do I know everything?
The man suddenly stopped eating.
“How do I know everything?” he asked himself aloud. He was all of a sudden shocked. “I do not know how I know everything! That is one question I do not have the answer to, and since this question falls under the universal category of ‘everything’, I no longer know everything!”
Then the man broke down and cried for a while.
Then he thought for a while about the question he could not answer.