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Who am I ?


Who am I ? The kid from the neighborhood just walked in and asked me this question. I thought for a while and could just answer that "you will experience it for yourself". 'I' is so profound and deep that we seldom look beyond its literal meaning. What does I represent. Is 'I' my name, my face or my body. Well even if I change my name I still remains the same and so after a plastic surgery or even death the 'I' representing 'myself' will still exist . So is 'I' my brain or my mind? Then what is I in a brain dead person or even a mentally challenged person.

If we ponder carefully I points to something which is cumulative total of different entities some of which are apparent and some are hidden. My body , my name and my face do point to my existence but they don't entirely constitute me. I also exist as conscious living being who can ask himself this question. Human mind and consciousness we think has been created by millions of years of evolution. It may be the nature's way of looking at itself. However this conscious entity forms the crux of our existence. But even if we are not conscious we still exist and 'I' still points to something. We may argue in that case the existence is only physical like an animal exist but its existence is just the sum total of his body functions while other may support a theory which explain it with the invisible but indestructible ' soul' the reflection of almighty on all living beings.
It is both easy and hard to come up with an exact answer. However we can ask this to ourselves and may be we will get an answer that makes sense.

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