That’s the most important question I can think of at the moment, yet I don’t have a clue as to the answer.  The harder I try to answer that question, the more it eludes me, but  for some strange reason, the lyrics to that song “The Windmills Of Your Mind” keep going through my head.

Like a tunnel that you follow
To a tunnel of it’s own
Down a hollow to a cavern
Where the sun has never shone,
Like a door that keeps revolving
In a half forgotten dream,
Or the ripples from a pebble
Someone tosses in a stream

After spending much time in laborious and suffocating thought, I decided to put that question to you, “Who is Barack Obama”?