What is man? What am I? Aside from divine revelation, I am wandering in a wilderness of speculation and uncertainty. Atheists beat their chests and declare, “This is it. This is all there is.” Evolutionists follow their lead or vice verse and allege that “everything is the same, made of material substance variously combined to present only superficial differences.” But even when I set aside divine revelation, I am not convinced. There remains a nagging conviction that there is something more to man, something unique about man, unlike anything else. Is it human egotism or are we more than glorified chimpanzees in three piece suits? I long for there to be more! At a graveside, I long for there to be more. The corpse is still, something is missing that was there before. Where is it now? A plant dies, an insect, a mammal, a friend; the remains are still, where is the life? The very word “remains” implies what? Something left the body! It was animate one moment, inanimate the next. Moreover, that part that left, is the part that thinks, responds, loves, hates; it is the real me, the person! To say as a cow dies, so dies a man, does not satisfy my question. I did not ask, what is cow! Cows can question themselves. But that is part of the answer! Plants, insects, cows, and apes do not ask such questions, only man. “Under the sun” I am left answerless. Fault me not when I turn to divine revelation to discover the answer. Fault me not when I believe for the divine answer makes sense. Fault me not when years of experience in practice proves, as surely as a test tube, my faith is not vain.