cycles

as you move through the world, do you wonder who you would be in another place?  born to greek parents in rural turkey, where olive trees pack the vistas and goats roam in your yard, would you still have the youness that exists now?  how much of yourself can you guarantee is really you and not some coincidence of time and place?  would you still pick at your cuticles if you spent the day shoveling horse shit in kentucky?