I cannot say, “I am the body.” That is because I am not the body. Neither am I a Volvo C30, even though I drive one. Bodies and cars—they come and go, along with everything else. So the question is, What doesn’t change?
A sojourner is a person who occupies a space temporarily. We’re all sojourners.
The feeling of well-being, sometimes called the joy of being, is autonomous; it does not depend on our life situation being one way or another. Sometimes it arises to illumine a circumstance that is, by every measure of the mind, a terrible constraint or a grievous loss.
Well-being is uncaused. This shimmering convexity is innate, inhabiting every individual to the fullest possible extent.