Hounds of existence!

You look down, you see your hands, you turn them over, you seek a mirror, touch you face, and ask what am I; the moment of alienation from your normal existence; the moment of separation between the selves. You circle round your self, one self watching the other in jaw-drop amazement. Who is this other guy I been living with? When did they merge and why did they separate now (and you hear the howls of hounds of existence from somewhere dark)? What am I? The question echoes, what am I, you hear the whisper?