I think we want to live life in a linear fashion. Straight, progressive, increasing, gaining, moving forward. I wonder though if that is at all possible? It seems to me that my life traces circles: always changing and moving, spinning and swirling, but i do not feel that i leave a day behind and move onto the next. Everyday I have lived is connected to my present , my tomorrow. I am a conglameration of the many selves I have been throughout my existence, yet still somehow, i am new each morning. That haunting question buzzes around this room tonight, I can see it bouncing underneath the sunflower light of my lamp shade, quietly questioning...who am i? The answer, so well known to me that it seems foreign and indecipherable (is that a word?). The question is more puzzling than morbid. Do I truly wish I understood myself? Do I desire to not marvel at the mystery that is myself? I want to know myself so that others might know me...but i do not want to conclude that there is a trick to me ....a simple answer that reveals my soul...i do not believe there is. Is it then living and experiencing that reveals who a person is? Is it found in a conversation? Is it acquired in a moment? It is a mystery. I am content to know life as the great mystery.