Jessica's Web Site

All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned I someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though the were often contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naive. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to acheive a relaization everyone else appears to have been born with: That I am nobody but myself.
--Ralph Ellison,
from Invisible Man