What I think of as Me

The main identity… what I think of as Me… is extremely hard to find..

In a recent conversation someone said…

“The ”myself” is fundamentally not bad, not good: it’s merely the psychological accumulation and its identitarian translation.. ”

… this illusive “accumulation”… Perhaps it is that there was nothing, I want to say perceivable, there before the “it” was formed… that makes it so hard to examine… and then it is also, in a way, the examiner, which further muddies the waters

I guess that’s what Jiddu was talking about when he said, “When the observer becomes the observed”