It happens sometimes that we look for answers in the forbidden world, in the unknown universes, then we walk, travel, go through villages and paths, clouds and mountains, go up trees, go into the caves.
We ask the sun and the stars, but they all answer: The thing is that I do not know more than you do. And it is not that there are no answers, there are many answers but what is essential, fundamental is lacking, The air will talk about the wind, the fire of its warmth, the moon and the sun of their movements, the earth of the spaces and they all will give their explanation in that fashion. But after that, after all and nothing, your heart will remain alone, as lonely as an unlit candle in the middle of a very dark night.
And your heart will say: " Nobody tells me, nobody answers me, nobody receives me, nobody tells me the truth. But the answer is written with something more than blood, it is written with spiritual essence. That question is locked but it has part of the explanation in something else, because that question cannot be answered by the universe, but only by the Creator.
In vain, you walk by paths of magic, occultism, myths or legends of man and semi gods, because there is only one who can answer, only God, the Creator has the answer to your question and the question is: "Who am I?"