Knowing is of the mind and in the past. Papaji says something similar.
One thing I notice is that when there is no intermediate narrative there is no “knowing”. So I look at my cat, but there is no sense of “knowing” it’s Ripley, or even a cat. So knowing is a product of the critical, narrative, mind, always in retrospect and therefore not available in the moment.
Yet it all works OK. All things still function. The cat still gets walked.