I never seem to be capable of grasping me. 

Me is that space and time where you and I inter-act. 

As I encounter the world and the stuff of the world, I am constantly reminded that me is there.  I walk by a glass building and there me is in the glass.  I walk into a restaurant and me is greeted and seated by the host.  But I am here too, I say but not heard.  I stand in a crowded room and me sits in the corner while I ‘inter-act’ with the crowd.  The me’s ‘inter-action’ is judged by others and I. 

At first read, it seems that this may be gibberish, but in all actuality, it is quite simple to understand.  When asking what and why you are, you quickly uncover that there seems to be a split in what you are.  There is the private component that you can conceal to the outside, this I-perspective, unique and apparently autonomous.  But, there is this shadowy component that appears when you inter-act with others and the world, this me-perspective, not unique and apparently heteronomous.  Concerning the world, I can fly and soar like an eagle, but me will fall like a sack of bricks due to the world and what it consists of.  Concerning others, I believe that the truth is knowable and know what is best, but me is judged as dogmatic and close-minded.  With both these encounters, a distinction or split appears and it is a difference between what I think am and what me is perceived or judged as.  The simplicity of grasping this split between I and me is not gibberish after all.  All it requires is some honesty and genuine awareness of what and who you are. 

You see me has a head while I am headless.