I have a body, but I am not my body.
I have a mind, but I am not my mind.
I have emotions, but I am not my emotions.
We've all heard this before. Well, I can say it, but the obvious question then stumps me: if all of the above is true, then what (or who) am I?
The me I cannot locate is hovering, I'm sure, just out of reach. My feeble stabs at meditation are in vain. I'd need a barge pole—or a more modern, urban equivalent--to touch that just-out-of-reach part that is, by all accounts, the true me.
My sainted mother used to say, on occasion, that she'd "put us in a bag and shake us up", apparently hoping that a good bag-shaking would sort the six of us out once and for all.
So there I have my answer. Everything goes in the bag: body, higher self, mind, soul, emotions, and that elusive true self. And I'll shake them up together and then empty the bag onto a brilliant silken cloth. What will I find? Will a good shaking sort out those baffling parts of me? I can't wait to see what will happen. Excuse me while I go look for a bag.
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