who am I?
Who is but the form
following the function of what...
...and what I am is a man in a mask. A mask of names.
Me being Jagadeesan or Jack or whatever fancy names people address me, the "who" holds far less importance as compared to the "what" that consumes every tiny bit of my mind, devouring me, eating away all characteristics left me to identify myself as one of above said names. Whats left of me behind these masks,
is
a
simple
idea!
yes, there is a face beneath this mask but it's not me. I'm no more that face than I am the muscles beneath it or the bones beneath them.
Yes
I am
an IDEA.
An idea which will radically change the world as you see it today!
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