I believe thatif we are honest with ourselvesthat the most fascinating problem in the world is Who am I? What do you mean, what do you feel when you say the word I? I, myself.
I don’t think there can be any more fascinating preoccupation than that, because it’s so mysterious; it’s so elusive. Because what you are, in your inmost being, escapes your examination in rather the same way that you can’t look directly into your own eyes without using a mirror, you can’t bite your own teeth, you can’t taste your own tongue, and you can’t touch the tip of this finger with the tip of this finger. And that’s why theres always an element of profound mystery in the problem of who we are.
The problem of who we are.
