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The Mystery of Self

In silence I sit and ponder the mystery of self in this vast infinite universe What am I? What is anyone? I exist at least I believe I exist I see the world through my eyes But what are my eyes? Are they just the product of the history of my life? Are the eyes of others just products of the history of their lives? What am I? What is anyone?

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/29/2014 8:52:00 AM

Congratulations, I hope the answers are revealed to you." Seek and yee shall find."

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 1/29/2014 6:32:00 AM

Wonderful poem and congrats on the fine win, John

Vicky Tsiluma

Date: 1/29/2014 2:04:00 AM

Excellent question John - I like your perspective 'What am I?'. It's like acknowledging that indeed 'I am', that is, I exist, but questioning that which you are. Thought provoking poem.

Gerald Kithinji

Date: 9/22/2013 4:59:00 PM

I think therefore I am. Very inquisitive. A philosopher poet in the making.

John Beharry
Date: 9/27/2013 9:19:00 PM

Gerald, Thanks for your comment. My questions go deeper than Descartes's "Cogito, ergo sum". He said "I am" but in the perspective of this vast infinite universe, I am asking "I am WHAT?"