Editor's Blog Feb 22nd 2012
The big Identity Crisis.
This morning I awoke feeling a bit strange. I did what I always do when I feel that way. I rode around to the eastern side of Gibraltar and watched the sunrise.
Watching something that has happened every day for a few billion years tends to put things into perspective. Any feelings I have of losing my grip on reality tend to disappear when that big fiery ball rises from the horizon in all its glory. You cannot get more real than trillions and trillions of tons of flaming hot hydrogen hanging in the sky.
Why Would I be feeling strange, I hear you ask? Well because for a few months now I have been metamorphosing into a wholly new person: New job, new relationships and new physical appearance. I looked in the mirror and asked myself who are you? To reply truthfully I say I do not know.
What I am at my core is basically still the same but I sometimes feel myself losing that too. So I revert to doing something that I have done with regularity most of my life, watch the sunrise. It is one thing that has always been there consistently while other things change.
