Solving the ‘what am I?’ riddle is surprisingly simple really – you just keep on examining all the answers presented by the concept-weaving machine (imagination, thought) until you realize it’s impossible that you could be any one of them.
As long as they exist as objects to be considered, there has to be something – a subject – pondering them. Eventually you realize that however deep you go into this crazy-making Hall of Mirrors there is always an awareness of what is being pondered, and you notice that this awareness is a pure Subjectivity. It cannot be objectified. It cannot observe itself from any perspective whatsoever – just as your eye cannot see its iris.
You know it’s impossible for the ultimate version of ‘you’ to be anything other than that pure Subjectivity, which is pretty interesting because at the same time you know there’s no ‘you’ to know!
Put bluntly, if you say you know the answer you’re wrong. You can only be the answer.