I believe that if we are honest with ourselves, that 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, I myself
I don't think there can be any more fascinating preoccupation than that, because
It's so mysterious yet so illusive
We are not accustomed to say I am a body. We rather say, I have a body. We don't say, I beat my heart
In the same way as we say I walk, I think, I talk. We feel that our heart beats itself, and
That has nothing very much to do with I
The Western man and the idea of all highly civilized people are being the stranger
In the Earth. A momentary flash of consciousness between two eternal blacknesses