We're really meant to be king, you know. But I don't want to. You think it's strange, having something like that sprung on you. He's so confused. Who am I? Its head is spinning; she doesn't know. You wish you did. We wish we knew exactly who we were, all the time, and exactly what we were doing. There are people like that. People who know, always. Wouldn't it be nice to be like that? Wouldn't it be safe? Iyouhesheitweyouthey think it would be and
wish
and now
that's who
I am
you are
he/she/it is
we are
you are
they are.
I think, therefore we am.