At some point in our lives, or a random repetitive thought we all have is: WHO AM I?

René Descartes, a Latin philosopher famously wrote in his book Discourse on the Method:  “Cogito ergo sum”  – I think therefore I am.  As Descartes explained, “We cannot doubt of our existence while we doubt … .” which basically meant that the act of doubting ones own existence serves, at a minimum – as proof of the reality of one’s own mind; that there must be a thinking entity – in this case the self – for there to be thought. 

Am I just pure consciousness. With each one of us moving away from the pure depending on our individual upbringing, culture, surroundings and beliefs depending on where we are born – and forever dispersing since the start of times from Adam and Eve.

Wrapped around this physical body with organs and blood flow and nerves and bones. I eat one end and shit out the other, I grew a few limbs over time and I call myself a human.But what am I? Who am I?

I am consciousness experiencing the physical form through a vessel i.e.our bodies. Bounded by the skin but infiniteness within. Infinity within finite boundaries.

I can think anything, anything at all. Then I can utilise the physical form available to me to develop that idea through into the physical. And we call that our combined reality? Isn’t Earth, the world around us, a product of our combined consciousness?