I've told you about my old plan of joining the Amish, right?   For years I've had two or three things I'd hoped to be able to make myself do if I found myself faced with the overwhelming urge to kill myself. One was to go up to Pennsylvania, strip naked in the middle of the night, and go hide in an Amish barn.  In the morning, they find me, and I refuse to talk or otherwise reveal my identity or give the impression that I have any memory of my past whatsoever.  Since I don't think my fingerprints are on file anywhere, my identity is never established.  Thereafter, I am Amish.  Maybe eventually I "learn" to speak again; or maybe not.  Who cares?