Who are you?
Names, nationalities, and virtually any other socially-defined attributes do not count.
Deep down, who are you?
I suppose I am a contradictory mass of personal possibilities. I am a materialist who believes in spirituality, a progressive Christian who believes that all persons, regardless of politics, sexual orientation, beliefs deserve the best life has to offer in this world and in any next world. I suffer from major depression.
Should I be worried that me and Charles Manson have the same answer to that question?
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A great big question mark with many little offshoots of question marks. As time goes by, one by one they dissolve and more come into view.
I am a
Finish the character in a book you are writing, and another begins or the story ends.
In other words, we cannot define it until its finished, and we never finish, we just move onto the next thing.
I think its better like that anyhow. …i am a never-ending character in a never ending play, which means i am no character in particular.
…and yet I have always been ‘me’. 
I am time traveller.
ui come from future
waiting for another time traveller , and get lost from here .
His answer: Nobody
This is a way to take guilt away from himself… it’s also using contradiction frequency which is a form of conspicuous consumption aggression, which gets lots of attention and gets men laid. Sounds about right for CM.
Would I like to experience my life as opposed to fixed identity. In childhood we actually craft our personalities with mechanisms to cope and which we cling to much longer than is necessary, consequently, later in life they become a burden. I think it is not about discovering ‘who am I’, it is about unfettering myself. When we are flowing our identity grows with each new thought.
“In general what a man is, contributes much more to his happiness than what he has, or how he is regarded by others. What a man is, and so what he has in his own person, is always the chief thing to consider; for his individuality accompanies him always and everywhere, and gives its color to all his experiences. In every kind of enjoyment, for instance, the pleasure depends principally upon the man himself”. Schopenhauer
Yeah, I’m sure Charles Manson did nothing else but get laid (by beautiful women, of course), during his time in prison 
I swear, if I started a topic about wall paint you’d manage to somehow connect it to females being mean cause they fuck only assholes. I told you once before, and I’ll tell you again: You’re obsessed with it.
There’s a difference between getting laid all the time, and investing in it.
Hahahahaaaaa I seen that video of Charles a long time ago. It’s funny as hell.
I can’t say who I am. Because I may be different tomorrow. The change is inevitable and always.
Those that know me would have to paint the picture of me. I am who they know.
I am that which acts
I am that which experiences
I am that which is an agent of change
Could be a leaf on a tree.
Could be, but it does not change who I am.
I am also made from the same elements as mud.
Yes but, you are not dumb as dirt. Therefore there is difference.
The question is well phrased.
Violence is not merely killing another. It is violence when we use a sharp word, when we make a gesture to brush away a person, when we obey because there is fear. So violence isn’t merely organized butchery in the name of God, in the name of society or country. Violence is much more subtle, much deeper, and we are inquiring into the very depths of violence. When you call yourself an Indian or a Muslim or a Christian or a European, or anything else, you are being violent. Do you know why it is violent? Because you are separating yourself from the rest of mankind. When you separate yourself by belief, by nationality, by tradition, it breeds violence. So a man who is seeking to understand violence does not belong to any country, to any religion, to any political party or system; he is concerned with the total understanding of mankind.
Freedom from the Known, pp 51-52, J. Krishnamurti.
Once we strip away these things, our self is impossible to describe.
Dirt does not act, does not experience and is not an agent of change.
I am those things and dirt is not.
Farmers might argue with you. 