Is it not true that the moment we make a statement about ourselves that a dozen reasons why that statment is false, or at best incomplete, flashes through our mind? Is it so difficult to truly know ourselves...to define ourselves through any meaningful description or formula? Perhaps. Or is it simply the winds of change recognized only as in a fog - our attacment to the illusion of a 'self' that is free of change and transformation? Who is it that is viewing the change - unable to relinquish identity? Who am I? Who are you?