“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.
Alice replied, rather shyly, “I — I hardly know, sir, just at present — at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.”
“What do you mean by that?” said the Caterpillar, sternly. “Explain yourself!”
“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir,” said Alice, “because I’m not myself, you see — being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.”
The great irony of the human being is that we can name everything but ourselves. We can describe characteristics of human beings, but we really can’t give a completely satisfying answer of who we are. For now, we remain a mystery not only to others, but also to ourselves.
Wishing you peace and wellbeing as you ask the question, ” Who am I?”