Who are you?
It is a question that none of us can really answer.
Could you find the answer in a name?
Althought this would seem to be prudent concept,
they are almost irrelevant.
If we look closer you can see that this is not an answer,
but a beginning.
It has been said that the human race is the only species on this planet that begs to ask the point of our own existence in the universe.
Every other creature understands it’s role in the order of things,
so why don’t we?
Is it possible that universe itself is aware?
In that case,
it would have to be aware of all things.
At that,
is it possible that we are mere extentions of the universe trying to understand itself?
Is this why we don’t understand who we are?
It is widely known that we are made of the same material as the Sun,
that feeds the Earth,
to the satellites that orbit it,
so,
in that case another beginning can be found.
We are all connected.
We are all one people, the same through and through.
So what is it that makes us human?
What is it that makes us individuals?
Is it the deeds the commit or the words we speak.
Is it the thoughts in our minds or the dreams of our hearts.
As I sit here and dwell on my thoughts,
I realize that when I think of this question, I see depair.
There is a greater enemy that we fight than the darkness.
It is the unseen enemy of our collective fears.
It is the sense of despair and pain, but from that pain comes the salvation of hope.
Because from that hope we shall endure beyond the greatest depths of sorrow and suffering.
We shall know victory and in that victory we shall find ourselves.
