"Who am I?" asks the four year old to her mother. "Why, you are Sarah, my daughter," the woman replies. "You were born in Michigan. You are of Christian faith. You go to school in Troy. And, you love to play with your toys." Though this reply is general and, perhaps, more extensive than the average mother would explain, it is often the idea implanted within us at a very young age. "This is who you are!"
But, I ask, is it? Are you your background, faith, belongings and ideals? Or, are you something much grander? Are you and all other humans comprised of a depth so unfathomable, that one cannot grasp the total picture? I shall propose an answer, and that answer is yes!
How can you know this to be certain? How do you discover that depth and search within its infinity? You must feel, feel within. If you are having trouble, close your eyes and ask yourself this question: Without looking at, thinking about or touching anything, how can I know I exist?