Who am I?
For years it lived in my mind, and I found no answer.
Not in the love of Shams and Rumi, nor in what Aristotle said.
Each of them had touched a part of it, but none of them had found the “I.”
This book is a travelogue — a journey that began thirty years ago with the reading of one book, and begins again today with the writing of this one.
This road has no end, but its beginning is here:
the end of my thirty-year journey. Thirty years — not thirty birds.
Sep 2026
Who am I?
The Key to Reading This Book
Today’s human being lives in a prison whose bars are made of “money,” whose walls are made of “borders,” and whose ceiling is made of “distorted religion.” Who Am I? is an attempt to tear down this prison and return to the authentic reality of being human.
Questions Gone Astray
From the first day humanity learned to think, it lived with questions that either had no answer, or whose answer was slanted in a particular direction:
Who am I? Where did I come from? What is consciousness? Why do we suffer? What is life for? And why is the civilization we have built not civilized?
These questions remained unanswered for so long that today they seem more like distant dreams than real questions. And perhaps no one realized that what happened to humanity and civilization began with exactly this: instead of coming to know itself, humanity built a definition of itself — and then built its religion, politics, economy, education, and civilization on top of that incomplete definition.
The result is a world in which human beings are more powerful than at any other time, yet still do not know what they are.
Around thirty years ago, reading a book raised in me the suspicion that much of what had been said in the name of religion was not true. I did not simply brush the doubt aside, nor did I turn to another religion. That doubt became the beginning of a search that continued for more than a quarter century and eventually led me into the realm of science — to its latest findings, and to its latest unanswered questions.
I do not claim that what you read in this book is the final reality. I claim that it is an attempt to place existing findings alongside the questions that still remain unanswered — not to discover something new, but to build a single, integrated architecture out of what already exists; an architecture above the boundary of any one field, because no single field can answer this question on its own.
This is not a place for the language of papers and formulas. The details of the theories, arguments, and references appear in the original scientific writings, and are available in the “New Perspective” section of this site. What you read here is the simple narrative of that same path.
This book is still being written, and will be published here, part by part.
Part One begins with the two seconds that changed everything.
Sep 2026
To Be, or Not to Be
That Is Not the Question
When no danger threatens you, it is more like a poem than a real question.
But if you want to understand its true meaning, you must stand between two seconds.
Two Seconds from Oblivion
He was eighteen, and a deminer;
his work was with mines,
in the terrifying gap
between friendly and enemy forces.
Between the click of the detonator and the blast,
there were only two seconds —
two seconds that marked him as deeply as eighteen years.
The travelogue of Who Am I? began right there:
from the moment the question was born,
and from a childhood that, years before,
had already prepared the ground for it —
poverty, inherited religion, and a book
that broke everything.