My subconscious mind murdered my identity. It came up from behind and put two bullets in my head and three in my heart. It felt like the first time I laughed at an SNL skit. The way it’ll sneek up on you. So hear I am. Standing over the corps of my old identity, not really knowing what to make of the situation. Am I a different person now? Is a man a collection of actions or a collection of thoughts? What is the importance of a being’s self perception?