Tag Archives: Who am I?

Speaking of health

I had polio when I was a kid. Last year it was colorectal cancer. I’m myopic. Three ear surgeries pulled me out of deafness. My senses of taste and smell have vanished. I know what you’re thinking. I’m thinking it too: I’m glad I’m not the body.

Bound up

The personality is a braid of conditioned behaviours and memories. It’s why we think, speak and act the same way every day. We assume this triple-named bit of binding is who we are.

Form and formless

Of the outer world, that of form and flags, we know a lot. Of the inner world, that of emptiness and silence, we know a little. We go where our interest takes us.

Mistaken identity

No one says, “I am a body. This is me!” And yet this is precisely what most of us hold to be true. Herein lies our suffering. All our problems are body problems.