DAY 24: Who am I without my flesh, without my genes, without my blood. Who am I without my family, without their past and without their name. Who am I without my society, ism's determine my gender and race, and place and stage and days, and date. Who am I without my friends and enemies too, and those still unknown. Who am I without all my thoughts, without all my morals and laurels and faith. Who am I when no one is looking, when no one is there, with none to compare. Who am I, without the I, without the me, without a you? Who am I to tell you the truth, to tell you the truth, just nothing it all.
Who am I?