The Girl, The Goat & The Mirror
“Who Am I?” the girl said to the goat. “A rescuer” the goat replied. “What do you mean? Who do I rescue?” “Why yourself of course. Your soul. You’re rescuing your soul from the darkness within.” “Oh, she replied. I didn’t know I had it in me… to rescue myself that is… In fact I didn’t know I was so lost.” “None of you do.” the goat replied. Slowly munching on the grass. “It’s why we gave you all the…
“Who am I?” That dreaded question sparked when asked “Who are you? & What do you do?”
You’ve been asked this before. Of yourself and by others. It’s a question you loath as it stumps you and falters. Perhaps though it’s also… a question for laughter. A question of comedy for there’s really no answer. You find yourself saying, well hey I don’t know. It’s not that I’ve neglected to find out an answer… For its a question I’ve asked – truly – over and over… Its a question I’ve journaled – till the pages can’t turn…