I heard a story the other day about an eagle that thought it was a heron. Apparently, it was very impressed by a great blue heron it had been watching and so decided he wanted to be just like it. And so he descended from the skies to stand on a kelp bed floating in the ocean. Unfortunately, the kelp sank when the eagle landed on it, forcing him to struggle free and take flight again.
Being a very determined eagle, he didn’t give up. If the heron could stand on that kelp bed and enjoy it, then by golly so could he. Again and again he landed on the kelp, sank up to his breast, and then flapped wildly to escape drowning. Eventually the eagle abandoned his hope of becoming the Terror of the Kelp and flew away.
It just may be that The Who really did get the basic question right, and that it is a question we are always, one way or another, in the process of settling:
Who are you? Who, who, who, who?
Postscript for my younger readers: If The Who really were as bad at the Superbowl as most people seem to think (I didn't watch it personally), let me assure you that at least once ,a long time ago in a land far, far way, these guys really could rock with the best of them and deserve to be on your play list of classic rock. You DO have a play list of classic rock, don't you?!