You may have noticed that I rarely cover the meatier topics in this column. Heaviosity just ain’t my bag, man. But sometimes we have to face the deep questions. Deeper than politics or religion or work or love. Sometimes we have to dig as deep as we can and get our hands dirty and really examine the self. The me. The I. The us. Who am I? This is a question that has been pondered through the ages. Aristotle, Plato, Lao Tzu, Nietzsche, Descartes, Spinoza, Rousseau and that guy I can’t ever remember … oh yeah, Kant, have all tackled it. But have they cracked it?