If we deal with the existence, Let us not help us with the finiteness, with being and to occupy ourselves. Just phenomenology, which deals with the appearing, what we perceive and thereby criticized is, that they Appearing, Perceived too objectifies, tries to describe the existence and our world.

So it was exciting as the question of M. Ratcliffe “who are you?” so many different answers came.
– I am my headache.
– I am my genes.
– I am me.
– I am a philosophy student, son, …
– I am nothing.
– I am the entity of my endings …
– …

Who am I? We are quick to classify us and to describe. Flapsig, seriously or with psychological knowledge always anxious to ask, what and how much you disclose on its own or not even knowing, which is to say.

Who am I? I wonder rather, who I am not? Who I will not be! Wer will ich einmal gewesen sein? Ist das noch relevant? Oder geht es darum, zu sein für jemanden anderen?

Who am I? So vieles.