It was surprisingly profound for the cashier to ask me, “Who are you today?”

Who am I? At this moment??? How to answer?

After a beat, and risking a disconnected reply, I said, “Fine thanks. And how are you?”

She was fine. And she had indeed asked me how I was today, not who I was. I had just heard it differently.

But the question remains. For all of us.

Who are you today? What does it mean to be you? In the all-too-short period of time that you’re on this planet, in this moment, who are you? How are things slightly more remarkable because you exist?