Three Philosophical Questions for Travelers

who am I?Where do I come from?Where am I going?
You have been thinking about the answer to this question from the moment you crossed into this world.
You go from judge to mayor, from mayor to lord, there is no answer to this question.
You have changed from a lord to a lord, from a lord to a king, and there is still no answer.
You go from king to tyrant, from tyrant to demon, and you still don't have an answer.
Finally you found your name; so you turned into a great river, shattered the mountains, cut off the north wind and the snow field; you drove the dark clouds, swept away the moon, and swallowed the stars and the sky.
You are grace, plague, thunder and rain; you are a tiny ant, you are a dragon in the sky, you are the king of all living beings, and you are a lamb of destiny.
The justice you weave is the lie it deceives you, and you dance funny dances in the sheepfold just to find out.
Finally you saw the answer, you knew the answer, you killed the answer, you chopped off the answer's head, and howled on the answer's corpse.
The head of "Answer" stared at you and said, "Haven Ambside, you will never find the answer."