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Logo meu nome não sou eu: nêti nêti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha profissão. Mas existem inúmeros profissionais fazendo a mesma coisa e nem por isso eles são eu. Nêti, nêti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu próprio ego... Mas o que é meu ego? Um conjunto de características que compoem o eu. Que características são essas? Minha profissão, minhas ações, minha vida. Seria o ego um acúmulo de opções e ações que tomei em minha vida? Se colocássemos as mesmíssimas opções e ações em outra pessoa será que ela seria como eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se tornaria uma pessoa que tomou as mesmas decisões que eu, mas não seria eu.  Afinal a vida deste indivíduo não teria lhe proporcionado as mesmíssimas vivências que tive o que faria ele tomar outras opções e decisões. Em outra época ou local eu provavelmente tomaria outras ações e será que isso iria mudar o que eu sou hoje? Inconclusivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste ponto percebo que o racional é um dispositivo relativamente independente da vontade. Ele realmente não sou eu, já que depois de todas essas perguntas tive como resposta: vazio. É como se fosse uma resposta birrenta do estilo: "Já que não é nada disso, então não é nada". Apesar do mal-humor do racional ele me deu uma pista interessante. Dizemos que o copo está vazio quando na realidade está cheio de uma matéria diferente daquela na qual consideramos cheio (água, suco, etc) mas está cheio de algo mais sutil: ar. Indicando assim que quem sou eu é algo mais sutil que materia, ego, profissão, nome, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ciusas complicaram, pois tenho percepções visuais difíceis de explicar. Uma sequência de esferas ligadas como um colar de pérolas depois um retrato de um corpo revestido por pontos brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois que faço a pergunta, procuro não racionalizar se é certo, errado, imaginação ou realidade. Basta-me observar o que aparece depois da pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me apaixona em ti não somente a beleza, a forma, o ser... mas principalmente o brilho em seus olhos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjJ2RDnQskA/R6PSghyyL6I/AAAAAAAAABc/WaEYAHNkyMM/s1600-h/olho_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CjJ2RDnQskA/R6PSghyyL6I/AAAAAAAAABc/WaEYAHNkyMM/s200/olho_azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162201054165741474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4869725735898238280-7973717611281730534?l=astralesonhos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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