It is not my place to question the soul, even as it is the place of all men. Non sum qualiserum. I ask only what I must. No concerns over existence but identity. I mean identity not in the sense of a DMV photo, “Yes, that’s him. He took my purse. Italian…dolce gabana. Yanked it right off my arm…” but as it is defined mathematically. In the popeyesan vein, I am what I am, or more precisely, I am only that which I am.