who are we at our core

I'd invite you to know me it's the impossible ask though I know what I'm not should I make any list then I feel I fail at my core I'm a galaxy things swirl shoot out of sight light is emitted I don't know if the source went out but it still shines there's too much to know I'm not me, I'm all the befores there's a touch of all the somewheres the spin offs of the parallel you hear it all on the static or in the quiet the knowledge seeps from somewhere there's no above and below it's sideways then there's stillness, the now I can't deny I'm here looking out, trying to calculate without the right kit who am I at my core? it's a question with one word answers: good flawed different if you wrap those elements together there's something that needs confidence to thrive subdued, resting like an event that didn't happen what it all doesn't need is a label because it and you and me is beyond your comprehension and mine