|All my life I had been looking for one thing, and everywhere I turned somebody tried to tell me what it had been. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. i was na´ve. i used to be craving for myself and asking everybody except myself queries which I, and only I, might answer. It took me an extended time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to possess been born with: that i am nobody but myself.