Who are you...REALLY

In going to Marquette University, part of the required cirriculum for graduation was philosphy. And in those courses we studied a variety of philosophical opinions from Socrates to Decartes even a episode on Star Trek and Millenium. In the best of classes, debates raged on way after class was done on what makes a human and the basic identity of a person.


Identity.
Not whats listed on your birth certificate, credit report or social security card...but you
to quote the
catepillar on Alice in Wonderland "WHO ARE YOU?"

And how do know you are you?

Well lets start with the basics. I know who I am where I was born and who my parents are. But how do I know these things? Well...duh I can look at my birth certificate and because my parents told me they were my parents.
Pretty cut and dry...right?

Well......
If you watch movies like Total Recall(the original with Arnold Schwartzenegger) you'll know that nothing is truly cut and dry.

If you are normal person at one point in time youve had dreams that you were someone else. And if youre a bit outside of normal like me, those dreams are so real they made you question your identity, your whole being. You shelve it to the back of your mind as a dream a product of an over excited imagination, a byproduct of too much thought.

But what happens when that feeling doesn't go away?



Then comes the catalyst, the event


That woman in that particular dress you ran into while walking

That man in the distance who stays in your line of site

That song in your head that you cant remember where you heard it from

That event.

The crossroads/revelation/ realization that everything that you believed, lived for worked for was not truly you.

We spend lifetimes trying to find ourselves and our place in the world. The answer to the meaning of life has still not been solved. Religion and science no closer to that ultimate answer than they were a century ago. Step into the journey of a young woman who gets more than she bargined for when she travels back to her fathers country to attend his funeral.

The inspiration for this story came well first of all from my best muse...my mother
And the other part from my upbringing attending a Jesuit Catholic college and four years of religion. Through these two sources I was introduced the world of philosophy and Gnosticim and it whetted my appetite for more soon beyond school I was studying and decided to write Just a Trip.