Who am I?
In Zen, it is considered to be the greatest of questions, apparently simple, ultimately proving to be so complex that the the mind gives up. Only then can the answer be found.
I was fortunate enough to have a skilled teacher who in the Zen tradition helped me to work though this Koan, like many before me.
So who are you? You are not your body, for that changes with age, indeed with every bite of food or drink of liquid you ingest, and every time you use the toilet.
Are you your feelings, your emotions? Yet they also change, depending on whether you are having a good day or a bad day, whether the sun is shining, or perhaps whether it is a Monday or a Friday.
Perhaps you see yourself simply as a man or a woman, a father or mother, carer, sister, brother, and you may be many of these things, but you are also much more than the sum of all the parts that apply to you.
What is the answer? You have been shaped by your parents, by your upbringing, by the culture and country that you have grown up in, as well as by your body, your role in life, so is there a "real" you, or are you simply a changing entity that like the bubble in the stream comes into existence, and then vanishes?
In the Book, it is the one question that Geraint above all pursues. Appearing without memory, with no hint of his origin, the question is the ultimate challenge to him. As it should be to us.
There is an answer - my answer is I am what I am - but that is my answer - what is yours??