What is the nature of the 'subject' that remains when all its predicates are stripped away? I am an organism, a parent, and a professional; yet, I find myself puzzled by the 'me' that supposedly inhabits these roles without being defined by them.

In probing the 'I' that resides within my biological and social shell, what am I actually questioning? Beyond the tally of my roles and attributes - from my physical organism to my history as a student or an athlete - what is this elusive core of subjectivity that I find so puzzling?