where must life start? how can a dog live a life when he thinks he is a butterfly? how can you live your life when you don't know who you are. How can one know one's self when we are all at once captured and enamored by the goings on in the outside world and not even bothered to look within to know ourselves. To know ourselves we have to go witrhin in self introspection, right? When we refer to our selves, don't we point to our breast seeming to suggest that we are within our physical being? Thus the need to reach within? It seems life has to start from identity. Once you know who you are, everything else falls into place, right?