“Who am I?” asked the raw-
Aged man to me in the noon.
I laughed vigorously, he saw.
Pale he went soon.
I became silent, dead silent;
The question stroked me hard.
I saw, he then grew more violent.
The wisdom never gained by any bard.
I cried all the night.
Paradox—I couldn’t find me.
Everything faded from my sight.
“Who am I?” was the only I could see.
Seek within you, in solitude, and cherish.
Infinity is within you, know it and perish.