Ideas.
We can keep them, we can share them...
I wanna share myself with the world, with the universe and the unknown behind it; I wanna share my ideas.
What are we?
We are all ideas.
When another person describes us, they delineate the concept that they have of us.
We are not ideas.
We can analyze them.
What are we?
We are not brains, we are not our bodies.
We can refer to them.
Are we the unknown within this shell that we call bodies? Are we further away from that?
I don't know; I wish to know.
Am I ever going to find out? Will I die in ignorance? They say ignorance is bliss. Then why do I feel discomforted? Why do I wanna know? Why do we , beings we do not understand, want to know the deep and meaningful answer to this persistent doubt? Or is it just me?
Me; Myself.
The idea that I have of myself.
I am not an idea.
What am I?