Then the woman came and told her husband, saying, A man of God came to me, and his face was like the face of the angel of God, very awesome and I didn't ask him where he was from, neither did he tell me his name

Then the woman came and told her husband, saying, A man of God came unto me, and his countenance was like the countenance of an angel of God, very terrible but I asked him not whence he was, neither told he me his name

When I look at all these things that are morally ambiguous and uncomfortable, and I consider what my intentions should be, I realize it goes back to this identity question that I had when I was a child and why am I here, and what is the meaning of my life, and what is my place in the universe?