The young hero searches for his true identity
Born in humble poverty, in anonymity and the ordinary.
He begins to discover that he is not an ordinary peasant and may have a wondrous destiny.
He has a thirst to know who he is and who is his true father and mother. He must know where, whence, and whither he is.
He sets forth on a long and strange adventure,
And eventually discovers that he possesses a divine birthright. He learns that he is the One. The chosen one.
That he has a grand destiny to fulfill and a great task to complete.
And this is only the beginning of his journey to discover his true identity.
The detective searches for the identity of the suspect.
He observes the scene and follows all the clues. He questions witnesses and digs for information.
He follows each thread of evidence back in order to discover its cause, and the cause of its cause…. After a long and bizarre search he discovers that the mystery he was unraveling leads back to himself.
He is astonished to discover that he is the suspect and the detective both.
True Identity cannot be lost.
No matter how many masks you wear the unique face underneath cannot be lost.
It cannot be lost, but it can be forgotten.
The I cannot be lost, but it can be blinded.
To find it again is only to remember that which you already knew.
It is the remembrance of your true identity.
The search is for ones true identity.
For who you ultimately are, and what is your essential source.
To know through and through the essence of your being.
And to live that, to express that in the world.