There are a multitude of thoughts vying for attention here. Loose and running to and fro at will in an unorganized fashion.
Are they mine, or do they belong to themselves? Should I let them run free?
They are on my property, so to speak, so don’t I have the right to run them off, or to corral and civilize them?
Who’s in charge here? My thoughts or me?
But who is the me? That’s awkward -a better way to ask that question is “Who am I?”
Well now, that’s an age-old question isn’t it?
But it’s a good one.
Who ARE we?
You and I?
And since we are alive, moving and dynamic, don’t we always change? Even our bodies are completely new in seven years.
Who am I then? Am I the same person I was at three? Seventeen? Or thirty-six? Can we pin down a description of ourselves like we did the fly upon the board in science class?
But if we were like the fly pinned on the board there would be nothing left to describe -we would be dead!
And instead of being a description of what we are it would be a description of what we were. An epitaph.
That’s not what I’m talking about.
I’m talking about describing myself as I am while I’m alive. Right now. WHO AM I?
Now I could disregard this whole conversation as mere silliness, and go on as before merely being what I am. But that would be avoiding the question.
Why would I avoid the question? In the first place?
Because it seems unanswerable. Indeed, I can’t just look in the mirror and ask my reflection to tell me who I am!
Because the source of this question isn’t within ourselves.
So, who am I as I sit here writing this? Who are you as you sit here reading this?
The Philosophers have asked this question for centuries.
The Physicists have asked “What is the Physical Universe?”
Mathematicians “What is the structure of reality?
Biologists “What is life and its origin?”
They each are looking for the Theory of Everything, or ToE.
The Theory of Everything
The Theory of Everything is the “holy grail” of all philosophical and scientific disciplines.
For Physics it’s called the “Unified Field Theory” (UFT).
For Mathematics it’s called the “Mathematical Universe Hypothesis” (MUH) (or the “Ultimate Ensemble”).
It’s the single, final, ultimate, all-encompassing master theoretical framework of EVERYTHING. A finite set of axioms and rules from which every mathematical, biological, physical and philosophical truth can be derived.
It is the long-sought means of tying together and explaining all known phenomena, all knowledge, all branches of science and philosophy itself.
So when you and I ask the question “Who am I?” we are in good company! We also are looking for the ultimate answer to our question.
But there’s a problem.
The search for the Theory of Everything is the wrong goal.
Invoked by the wrong question.
Your second grade teacher was right!
The answer is in the question!
If you ask the wrong question you get the wrong answer.
Einstein, Archimedes, James Clerk Maxwell and Plato were barking up the wrong tree!
What is the ultimate, finite set of axioms and rules? They don’t exist! This is why the Theory of Everything doesn’t exist!
The question should be rephrased.
What is The Source of Everything?
Not the theory.
GOD.
The ONE Source. The Living, Infinite and Eternal Self-Existing Source, who is and who was and who is to come. The Great I Am!
GOD.
The answer to all questions by all people at all times and in all places.
GOD.
Him to whom we were reconciled through and by Jesus Christ (himself sustained and enabled by The Holy Spirit) who clearly stated “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.”
Jesus was speaking to all philosophers, physicists, biologists, and scientists past present and future.
And also to regular people like you and I.
Oh yeah, and the answer to our question “Who am I?”
“You’re a Good, Good Father
It’s who you are, it’s who you are, it’s who you are
And I’m loved by you
It’s who I am, it’s who I am, It’s who I am” -Good Good Father-
by Pat Barrett & Anthony Brown
There are a multitude of thoughts vying for attention here. Loose and running to and fro at will in an unorganized fashion.