Who is inside?

The other day I was talking to a friend. She was asking me 'how could you do that?'. Well it is customary in my experience that people do ask me at some time or other this question. They have known me before. They do not expect from that knowledge that I will be able to do that. But really even I do not know that I can do somethings which I have done. Examples will be tedious. You can replace any thing from your experience. The point is why I can't be sure about myself. Sometimes I am tempted to say, as I said to her on that day that 'Nowadays I am not able to predicate anything of me. Rather I am not able to be believing any of my own self definitions. To sound mystical I can say 'I am but a gatekeeper to the fellow inside, whom I don't know about except to the extent that he gives me to know about.' The funny thing is the fellow inside really is me !We are born to the knowledge we profess and we transcend the same in no time.Right from the moment of birth somebody is writing the story from inside out and reading the scenario from outside in. He is calling himself as he was and has been so far many identities changing over and over with time. A small boy with shorts kicking an imaginary football in a wayward pebble thru the streets, taking out the groundnut cookies from the trouser packets and pelleting in as going along and singing some ditties and hooing back to the call of some buddies---is he the same script writer as one just now? May be may be not.