The mind perceives the outside world through senses. It is only aware of reality through an interpretation of the sense. The ears feed in sound waves that are then interpreted into something that is meaningful or identifiable. The body is also perceived through senses. What we interpret as the body is not reality, it is only perception of reality. So really, I am not the body, just as I am not the outside world.

Thoughts also seem to come that way. The original, real thing, followed by echos and perceptions. The mind echos the true event or reality. Those echos mix together and form a sense of identification. I am not really the echo, I am the source. I am not the body. I am not even the mind.

But perhaps an echo is still part of what I am. I am the observer and the observed. To say that I am not something denies me saying that I am everything. I can’t be everything minus something. That doesn’t make sense. I am and I am not the body. I am and I am not the mind. Semantics. I guess it is more freeing to lose the identification than claim it, even though it is a infinitesimally small part of our composition.

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