Who I’m , who we are

And sometimes I wonder who I am
I do not see many people  in my age asking this question?
Could that be  because I lagged behind them and was delayed in knowing the answer and they had already discovered it, or  may be they are tired of the search and did not find an answer so they stop looking and decide to forget about it , or it may be that they do not ask at all…And why they would ask in the first place and why they would want to know ? And why I want to know?
isn’t this is the question that exhausted humanity since it existed , so why would I want to know and why i feel upset that the quarter of my life pass in a research for this question and what do represent my age comparing to the age of humanity ?
Who i’m , to know how we are or maybe the opposite is the right way of asking the question who we are so i could know who i’m ?
What do I want from life, or is it why she would want from me ?
I think this is a  funny question , who i’m and who we are so life would want something from us ? maybe life just make fun of us and of our self concentric point of view to the world.
I once heard an astronomical point of view says that we are the universe and that the universe is in us
Other say that we are conscious way  to the univers to understand himself. I think that this is a funny theory too why would  the universe needs to understand himself ?and if this is true , couldn’t he find an other way more sophisticated, intelligent, faster than us ?
I think that if really we are made on the image of the universe we would be made  confused and accused to be in order
# Heresies

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