Only The I Dies

What I have to say ultimately means nothing.

I am saying it because I choose to.

I am an explorer.

I do not know.

I study my perceptions, my feelings and my thoughts.

I study my reactions to them.

I am always led to the ‘I’.

Who am I?

A collection of memories? Is that all I am, then who is the ‘I’ who is aware of those memories?

It is the biggest mystery to me.

It is a gateway beyond which there is no thought. To pass through means leaving the thinker behind. Leaving behind the ‘I’.

Why do I want to leave the ‘I’ behind?

Because the ‘I’ suffers. Because the 'I' is ultimately false, a fiction.

The ‘I’ is also dead. It is the past animated with the movement of thought. It is simulated life.

Can I get out of I?

What would be left if I did?

The feeling of aliveness?

It is only the ‘I’ that dies.

Life is eternal.