Today I asked myself the age-old question, "Who am I?" No idea. I know what I like. I know what I don't like. I know what I'd like to be like. Actually, that last one is a little fuzzy. But who I am? I don't know. Do I need to know? Perhaps I can just wander around, a collection of likes and dislikes, as well as my responses to the same, and call that a personality. But which are my real likes and dislikes, and what have I been told should be my likes and dislikes, such that I've adopted them as my own. How do I want to react to them? Does it even matter? That age-old question can keep me busy for a looooong time. I can't even frame the question, let alone approach any coherent answer. I'll have to meditate on this.