Mrs Didge and I once attended a workshop in which everybody, seated in a circle, had to say a few things about who we were. The air was thick with bulldust and by the time it got around to me I just said, "My name is Didgeri Doo and I'm nobody at all." The facilitator was horrified and said, "We're going to have to work on your self esteem" At which point Mrs Didge jumped in and said, "You leave his self esteem alone. If he gets any more, I'm leaving home."
So, who am I? Beats hell out of me. I'm a sentient individual, a blob of consciousness lost in a sea of consciousness, who has spent almost eight decades wondering who the hell I am and not finding an answer.
But thanks for asking the question. Maybe somebody will solve the problem for me.