We are milling who we are,
how we see things,
what we make of it all,
why we think that the way we think
is the way to think.

Why we think that the way things are
is the way things are.
Why we think that what we want
is what we ought to want.
Why we believe that what we do
is worth doing.

We are a mystery to ourselves.
A puzzle to put together
without a picture on the box top
to guide and direct us to being who we are.

Where do we get our idea about who we are
and what is ours to do?
Who says so?
How do they know so?
How do we go about finding the way
to being/doing who we are?
How can we ever be sure?