I am me. I have seen many things (though not so many as I would like) all through my eyes. I have learned to breathe and learn and love. I am a product of my environment and I likewise create. And I am the only person. How could it be otherwise? My perceptions are tied to my self and permit me no inference of other perceptions or selves. In this way, I know I am alone. But I am not, this is the paradox of self. I am surrounded by richness and beauty I can never comprehend, nor can it understand me. One day I will die and that will be a reconciliation of sorts.