I don’t know where I stop and any of the rest starts.

Where is the line between me and my shadow?

My anima?

My psyche?

My Self?

The ingrained patterns of human-being-hood:

Mother, Father, Warrior, The Wise One, The Simpleton, The Innocent Child, The Hero, The Goat, and all the rest?

Who is leading this parade?

Driving this bus?

Steering this boat?

Directing this play?

Guiding this quest?

Who is in charge of this production?

Who is the “I” writing these lines?