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.