How can anyone write a summary of who they truly are? What if life is just a dream, from which we never really awake, as some great thinkers claim? Are we submerged by our feelings, by our loves and hates, by our ideas of good, bad, beautiful, awful? Are we incapable of knowing beyond those ideas and feelings?
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep…
-Shakespeare