To be fully human is to be fully a speck.
When you say “I am”, don’t append a subject complement, that is, an identifier, e.g., father, son, doctor, lawyer, etcetera, ad infinitum. Just put a period on it and see how that feels.
When we die, we cease to identify ourselves with a body. We die before we die when we realize we are not the body. Then we are nobodies, the walking dead, absolutely fearless, radically normal.
A man’s personality is his defence system against fear and uncertainty. This mind-based facade lasts as long as the body does. Some men die before they die; they drop the pseudo-self before leaving the body. We call these nobodies enlightened.
Asked who she was, Emily Dickinson replied, “I’m nobody. Who are you?”
Responding to a similar question, Eckhart Tolle offered this nonchalance: “Nobody in particular.”
They are light travellers who enter the wordless.