Who asks the question, that is you.
Who ponders the question, that is you.
Who fears the question, that is you.
Who chases the question, that is you.
Who fights the question, that is you.
Who loves the question, that is you.
You are not one thing, you never were.
When you ask “who am I?”
You give yourself the answers.
(Editor Comment: Looking back, this is one of the wankier things I wrote that day. Doesn’t mean it’s not, possibly, partially, true)
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