Do you know who you are, I mean really know who you are? It seems to be that most people live a life that is actually belonging to someone else, there does seem to be a lack of original thought out there, take fashion, this, I understand is people wearing things because other people wear them, uhm ok, don't quite understand that, but it seems a popular concept, or cars, people drive a certain car because, (wiping away tears of laughter) because it looks good? because it adds to their persona? how strange, although, In my past, I do remember suffering from the same, now I have to confess to feeling a slight pity for people caught up in these strange rituals. When I played the game, many years ago, and lost the lot, I was not the same man anymore, one minute I had a pretty american fiance, a big house, a big car, expensive clothes and lots of holidays, the next I was a bum with no house and no car, and no fiance, I was essentially the same person on both days, but inside, I was not. My baubles defined me, I was Harry, Harry lives in that house, that is Harry's car, and Harry's prince of wales check suit, the one that went really well with the red turban, and Harry's wife to be, another blue eyed blonde from Hawaii, those things defined me, they were who I was, not me, I was just a conduit, I was not even nothing, because I truly believed I was that man, with that house and that suit. The experience set me on a course to find myself again, but in hindsight, the only way I could have found myself again would have been to re embrace the life I had, so the self that I believed in, was actually just a product of illusion itself. Therefore, most perceptions of the self are also merely an illusion, which means that most peoples idea of who they are is also an illusion, as if you base yourself on illusory desires, needs and wants, then you yourself are nothing more than what you base yourself on. Having spent the last four months in isolation, without the need for verification or validation from society, I have a much better idea of who I actually am, the questions, what do I want to do?, what does society want me to do? came to me daily, I did what I wanted to do, and once the need for validation and verification had passed, then you realise that most people are just conduits, for a universal consciousness, a template, that is in fact a huge lie. At this stage in my life, I would not dream of getting close to another human being, as I am only just seeing who is the true me, and until I know me, how could I possibly impose myself on another? This universal consciousness, this template, derived from the media, from films, from anyone that is perceived to be doing well, is what most people aspire to, including me, 20 years ago, now my biggest nightmare is being trapped in a room full of such people, with this universal consciousness dominating procedure, etiquette and proceedings, including conversational topics, and social interaction. Lots of false people talking about lots of false things whilst admiring each others false possessions. None of them know who they are, only who they want to be. Do you know who you are? Did you have to painfully strip away all the layers that conceal the truth? Who are you?