SILLY
“…who are you?…”
From Sydenham, UK: “G’day, cobber … Anyway, who are you? “
Reply: Firstly, I am reluctant to tell you who I am because I cannot, in all conscience, pretend to know who I am. If I do not know who I am, how can I reveal to you anything of what I might be, or pretend to be, or hope to become? If you really want to know who I am, perhaps you should try first to know who you are, and that exercise might leave you with the insight to know who I am, or at least to understand why you probably will never know who I am. The most you can hope for is to know elements of who I am, but probably never to grasp a comprehensive knowledge of who I am, or part thereof. Anyway, if you are afraid to tell me who you are, I would strongly suggest you look closely at your birth certificate and, if the name is right and spelt correctly, and if you recognise the parents mentioned, this is reasonable evidence to acknowledge the fact that you do exist in physical form at least. As for the rest, who can be sure of anything, or know anything, or anyone, including oneself? Having said this, why are you walking around asking such silly questions?
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