I am going to die.

I was born. Was I born? When did I come? Where do I arise?

I am under the impression that I am of this body. WHat I mean is, I believe that I experience the sensations that are linked with this body and this mind.

What is my body? My body is what I can detect through what I call various senses. I can see it, I can hear it, I can feel it, I can taste it. Where is my mind? I can't see it, I can't hear it physically, it whispers to me somewhere. Where do I hear it? I listen to all of these thoughts and I react. Rather, there is a reaction in my body, to which there arises another thought in response, and there is a chain reaction. Where does the original thought occur? The original thought must be the 'I' thought, because everything I know is in relation to what I call me. Everything I have experienced, everything that has happened around me, my experience of life and this body which is always changing happens in front of 'I', or me. So, there is absolutely no way that I am this body, or this mind. I must be some sort of witness to all this. I must know the experience of pain, and of confusion, but I do not get hurt. What I am must remain untouched by all of these sensations.

But I believe that I am this body and mind...do I? The assumption seems to run deep, I say to people for convenience's sake that I am this body and this personality that I have built up. But it's not the truth, and I must constantly tell myself this, because it seems to me that this might be the only way this will sink in permanently, that the mind will recognise itself as apart from the witness of it - or rather, that the mind is not the same as me.

What do I care if this person experiences something great? I don't know why, but I want him to experience something incredible. I could easily not want that, but I do. And the reason I expppppppppppppppppppppppppppp