I sometimes ponder on thoughts. I ask myself what they are, are my thought's real? Do i think my thought's, or does it think me. If so who is the thinker behind my thought's. Who is the person who conjures up my thought's. If it's I, then who am i and have i seen i?. I know this body is just something i need on this plane of existence. I look in the mirror and look deep within my eyes trying to find a glimpse of myself. I am known to myself and unknown to myself. Life is strange but yet filled with beauty. The mysteries of life, i suppose.