Who I am? No idea.

One day, before I was able to use any words to discuse it, I realized my parents wanted me to assume I was a certain Daniel.

That wasn't much to ask if you think I would be getting good attention, good nutrition, a warm secure shelter, plenty of the psychological pot-pourri people use to call 'love' and some toys in exchange.

So, not aware of any alternatives, I accepted the deal.

Soon, I felt so comfortable playing being Daniel that started to believe I really was 'Daniel' and forgot who I really had been before the deal.

Decades later I re-realized 'Daniel' was just a compromise, a mask requiered for participating in the world's social farce and it's nonsense so I stopped talking through the mask, lost all interest about talking to other masks and their apparent world and then ...