Who are we? It’s a simple enough question, but when you really dig into it, and look for the answer, the very foundations of the world start to go out from underneath your feet. Maybe it’s not worth asking, but from what I can figure out, once the cat’s out of the bag, that’s that.

I can take the rational approach and describe what I am; this amazingly complex bio-electrical body. But am I my body? If I’m diligent, I can’t just accept the first definition, and I have to look deeper. I can use an ever increasing scalpel to divide my physical existence up into smaller and smaller pieces, looking for that kernel that is me. Or maybe it’s the the interaction between things that is me? Like rests in a piece of music, maybe I reside in the in between places, in the corridors and hallways of my body.

I can take a mystical approach say I’m not able to understand. But there’s a problem, it’s that I want to be absolutely sure that I can’t understand. This is a bit like proving a negative, I know, but while it’s a comforting answer to reside in pure mysticism, it’s not a satisfying one.

I don’t really know who I am, and I suspect that’s not going to get any clear. But doubt has many different levels, and what remains is to dive into that doubt, go deeper and deeper, and come out through the other side. And what’s on the other side of that doubt?

I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.