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Who are you?

I am an Animal Rescuer
I was born with the need to fulfill their needs
I take in new family members without plan, thought or selection
I have bought dog food with my last dime
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand
I have hugged ones who were vicious and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
and I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body

I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done,
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
My heart is always full.
In the game of life, I have already won =D
 
Originally posted by _high_life_
so the reflection isnt really you.

it may not be what others see but it is certainly 'you'. i would say it goes to the heart of the question.

alasdair
 
Originally posted by _high_life_
its only a reflection, an image.

is it more or less you than the mental image you have (of yourself)?

alasdair
 
alasdairm said:
is it more or less you than the mental image you have (of yourself)?

alasdair
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Sort of, but not quite. To tell the truth, I don't really think about it much, despite seeing my reflection my fair share of times throughout the day. I might as well be waiting for my face to turn into something...

Also, my face looks slightly sadder than I imagine myself to be. Seeing that was quite sobering.
 
Also, my face looks slightly sadder than I imagine myself to be. Seeing that was quite sobering.
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same with me. or if i take a picture and think im kinda smiling, but then i see it and it looks nothing like how i thought i was portraying myself. sometimes when i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, i dont even know its me. its a little bit scary. then i realize it is me and i sit and look into the mirror and feel as though im looking at someone i dont even know. so to the original question of who i am...i dont know, confused i guess...always changing and trying to figure it out. or if not figure it out, become something i like enough that i dont have to change again for awhile.
 
The universe is so structured that it can see itself. And you have the privilege (or curse, up to you) to have this self-reflexive arc built into your frontal lobe :D
 
alasdairm said:
when was the last time you (plural) looked at yourself in a mirror for more than a few seconds? a minute? five straight minutes?

try it - what do you see?

alasdair
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When we were tripping in our high school daze, we would always mention NOT to do something like that.

Good point: Do you LIKE what you see?!

Do you smile at yourself in the mirror before you leave the house?
 
mr_p said:
i am who i am
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"I am what I am." -- God, Exodus 3:14

A better translation for this would be: "I become whatever I become." because the hebrew language has no present tense. (They have perfect and imperfect tenses. "Imperfect" means becoming, future tense.)
 
Leg said:
^ do you also not exist? you can't exist and yet be "nothing"

if nothing exists, then it is not nothing, because it has the property of existing...
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Nothing, no-thing, not-a-thing. Does a thing have to be tangible to exist?

Is a spirit, your soul, personality, demeanour a thing?

Is God "nothing" or a spirit?

An idol (thou shalt not make idols, graven images) is a thing whereas God is a state of being, a Holy, saintly spirit, attitude, disposition.

I also believe, maybe superstitiously, that God (your attitude) causes "miracles" (coincidences, serendipity) to happen.
 
The Thunder, Perfect Mind

A Gnostic Poem from second century? A.D. (Edited) full quote here:
http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/thunder.html

I like the essence/attitude of this poem. It is strong, bold. The poetess is EVERYTHING and NOTHING.

Like, you can become anything you want.

For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am <the mother> and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me.
I am the ruler of my offspring.
But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.
And he is my offspring in (due) time,
and my power is from him.
I am the staff of his power in his youth,
and he is the rod of my old age.
And whatever he wills happens to me.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
. . .
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me.
I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.
. . .
I am the one who has been hated everywhere
and who has been loved everywhere.
I am the one whom they call Life,
and you have called Death.
I am the one whom they call Law,
and you have called Lawlessness.
I am the one whom you have pursued,
and I am the one whom you have seized.
I am the one whom you have scattered,
and you have gathered me together.
I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,
and you have been shameless to me.
I am she who does not keep festival,
and I am she whose festivals are many.
I, I am godless,
and I am the one whose God is great.
I am the one whom you have reflected upon,
and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned,
and they learn from me.
I am the one that you have despised,
and you reflect upon me.
. . .
etc.....
 
I know I am one, and I am unique amongst other 'ones'. However, I am also unique in how each and every other 'one' perceives me which is different than I perceive myself. I am also not Bob.
 
I am the curious student.
I am the cynical roommate.
I am the aspiring geologist.
I am the outraged citizen.
I am the successful son.
I am the confused child.
I am there for "her".
I am an active supporter of my liberties.
I am the student of life.
I am the son of a well-know geologist.
I am happy with my life.
I am confused about my future.
I am a world travler.
I am the back-yard explorer.
I am the struggling math student.
I am the social butterfly.
I am the bookworm hermit.
I am the one you love to hate.
I am the one with the love pouring off me.
I am the pot-head struggling with his habit.
I am the quiet kid in class who will use one sentence to make a fool of you.
I am the student who asks too many questions.
I am....well....the filler of many roles.
 
i am a person who likes short answers rather than simple ones.
but mainly i am the thoughts that my conscious creates, rather than anything physical. i guess i am my decisions.
 
I'm a misfit, a fool, I'm smart, I'm isolated, I'm impure, I have sinned far too many times in my younger years (following a Tantric yoga path is not great for one's reputation, I have discovered), I am the lowest of the low, a nobody, a recluse, an intellectual, an amphetamine addict, a lover of marijuana, someone who knows that I probably deserve to be cast into the lake of burning sulfur one day until my sins are purified and I can be with God again. I am happy, I am satisfied, I fear God more than anything (but I still read Greek and Hindu mythology and study other religions), I don't fear many things at all, I believe in miracles/magic, I believe in reincarnation, I am verbose, I love to type, I have awkward social skills, I am misunderstood by other poeple and I realize that to become a real leader, the first rule is to, like an orchestral conductor, turn one's back to the crowd first. I am a Christian, though I fear God far too much to worship Christ. I believe in angels. I love to dance at raves. I am not of this world. I am a pacifist, and I am blessed, sastisfied and thankful (except when I run out of drugs--ha, ha not funny). I am a teacher. Some may even call me didactic. I am a decent person with great love in my heart buried underneath years of hardened lava. I am a chemist who doesn't do chemistry. I am hideously ugly or strikingly handsome and sometimes both, depending on my mood and the lighting. I am a person just like everybody else. I have experienced a great deal of suffering. I think that using drugs can be a spiritual experience. I am 28. I am white. I am male. I am single. I get bored easily. I am a loser to some who is happy nevertheless. I like the Fugees and Outkast. I am boring probably.
 
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