"Who am I?", you ask The Oracle of Sui Ipsius Scientia.
A crooked smile negotiates their austere face, as they respond with the following:
"Who you are is who you have been. And who you have been is who you will become. And in your becoming, therein lie your departures–scattered throughout the catacombs of I-ness, like the dismembered remains of the past–vignettes of life.
"As the rattlesnake rattles, and the quarter moon moons, you too are palpable in the shifting expanse of consciousness."
At once, your eyes swell with disarray as you realize that the Oracle is Me, and I am You.