Man is…
It's me…
And which one am I?
The words I've spoken?
But… all the words were invented before me, I just remember them to express my… thoughts?
Maybe I am my thoughts? But ... how to distinguish between mine and others? There is always a stimulus for those images that are born in my head. And if the thought can be general, then the image I saw is unique. And describe it ... maybe, perhaps, only an artist.
So I am all that I see? Outside or...inside me?
What is hidden there? Monsters or beautiful images? Heaven or hell?
As a child, I was afraid of the dark, it frightened me with the unknown.
Maybe that's why looking inside is so scary?
Who can say what is there?
What if you turn on the light?
What will I see?
Rainbow? But when does it happen? After the rain...the tears of heaven...
real…
And when an unbidden tear rolls down, then I can see the rainbow ... inside ...
But ... a rainbow happens after the rain in the sun ...
So, you will see the rainbow inside only by illuminating yourself - inside ...
How? Spark to light a torch...
Maybe I am the sparks of a fire?
Someone...
And yet, how do I want to know who I am?