If you don't know who you are, then you probably have absolutely no idea who I am. Before you can know your environs, you must first know yourself. Failing that, I'll tell you a little about myself. I am. Okay, that probably wasn't enough for most people, so I'll try to fill in just a bit more detail. (If you would like to read what someone else said on the "Who Am I?" subject, click here.) The physical form was ejected from it's comfy environment in early December of 1954. It was the first offspring to be born in the United States by the recently emigrated parents. Those parents had a very interesting background, which they carried along with them where ever they went, but that is another story. Entering a foster home at the age of seven, life seemed to continue the family heritage. During this new "family time", the questions of life and living were explored in the hopes that some sort of answer could be found to resolve life's issues. Other than creating the certainty that there existed more to life than the living of it, nothing else of note is worthwhile describing. Joining the college crowd in seeking the fullfillment of life through a well paying career, "fitting in", just never seemed to be on the menu. Marriage and the beginnings or a "good" career just couldn't quench the desire of peeking behind the veil of life. From one coast to the next, the trail of life was followed. Interest was demonstrated in exploring the mind and the resultant resolution of life's problems. With the marriage and career becoming part of history, the knowledge of the mind was deemed to hold the key. Another career, another marriage, life moves along. The difference being that the exploration of the mind becomes self-sustaining. The mind resolves and creates issues for the mind. Mind matters not. Who Am I? The exploration of what 'I' am not, leaves but what remains. Now that what remains Is, life becomes not for the living, but for... From being forced to accept life, to gratefully receiving the life I create, existence becomes a reality in which we all share in. Dreaming the dream creates the illusion of reality of which we all become the effect of. I have had no unexpected phenonomna in which new states of existence have been achieved. In contrast, I have sought the opposite and but have gained both. So far, I have been successful in ensuring that my anonymity remains intact. What I have to say can be better said by others. What I can do has already been done by others. All that is left is that which remains. It's like a division problem. Once the point is reached where there is no remainder, then the problem is resolved with nothing left over. Where is my calculator?...