the wrong questions?

“Who are you?” he asked. Replies come up in my head like fireworks… none seems to fit… and a fact stands out. I don’t really care who I am, but I do care about my intentions. “If I had an hour to solve a problem and my life depended on the solution, I would spend the first 55 minutes determining the proper question to ask, for once I know the proper question, I could solve the problem in less than five minutes,” wrote Einstein. Identity? Purpose? Are we spending our time asking the wrong questions? What if it was only about creation, actions, movement, directions?