I remember when one of my brothers was very young (about 5-years-old), and he was riding around town with my dad. He was thoughtful as he asked Dad a big question --- a question that even some adults still wonder about. In fact, it was more like an introspective statement. In that precious time riding side-by-side with Dad, my brother said, "You know, sometimes I think, 'I'm me. Who am I?' "
It was simple. It was real. It demanded a right answer.