innate morning..

Can you guess what do I mean by that? I am just summing up everything, my life, my feeling, from this dot of my creation. And it is still in the morning. Is it a good morning? Or is it just a morning. Or it is no morning after all. Am I my little and small self, or am I that eluded big self who is still seeking and searching the kind of person I am. Why must I feel responsible for what I am not responsible for? Just a feel and that explains what innate is all about. Am I for the eyes only? Everybody does. Like a pyramid, so gigantic but it was being built by the timid thought of the pharaoh who fear death more than anything else..Is that what is meant by innate?