Home is what is always there. It is the truest; the only; destination. To get back to what always was. What was lost. To what is. It is your truest self. The thing you are searching for the most is the closest thing to you. It is home.
It is connected to the idea of identity: “Who am I?”
The most fascinating question. It is in the wilderness of rationality that the burning bush of “Who am I? Who are you?” calls in the distance. The adversary’s desert is the middle years. The 40 years—that empty landscape of “I finally arrived and…this is it? This is a rip-off.” It is the place of realization that I am the butt of my own terrible joke. I am the king of a wasteland. The answer to “have I been wandering in the dessert for 40 years?” is: yes.
“Who I am” is looking back at you in the mirror. Because to look at yourself you need to look in a mirror. To look at your spiritual self is as dangerous as it is fascinating, because the thing—the mirror— that is going to show you who you are is the God of the entire universe—“That which is.” And since you are a mirror for him, then it is the same as turning a transmitter towards a receiver, or turning two mirrors towards each other. A positive feedback loop--an endless, infinite pattern upon pattern upon pattern—manifests. When the microphone is held to the speaker—when that which is spoken to, is close to that which speaks—violence occurs! Everyone shrieks, shrinks, closes their eyes, grabs their heads, closes up, folds over. It is difficult to withstand, to understand.
Is who I am what I think I am, or what you think I am, or what I think you think I am? One day you will have to figure this out. The answer is none of those things. The answer is in the abyss— below the surface of deep waters—in the void. Are you ready to jump? Are you ready to create new heavens and new earths. The answer is only after the jump.