Talk:Angel/@comment-26495490-20150730135907/@comment-25035274-20150824182419

"Where am I?" One of the great existential questions of our time, when you get right down to it. It ranks right up there with "Who am I," "What am I," and "Why am I." Not so much "When am I," however.

Really, though, when you get down to brass tacks where are any of us? I mean, you could say, "I am in a room". But are you? Are you really? Or are you on a (relatively small by cosmic standards) ball of dirt and stone, hurtling across the great, black cosmos to some unknown destiny. And where, then, is this cosmos?

Does it lie inside yet a greater construct, unseen by our feeble human eyes? Or is it truly everywhere, the sum and whole of existence?

Where am I, indeed?