The "I" is nothing more than an image frozen in time. The person is a series of snapshots taken in quick succession by the mind. a discontinuous and distorted album of pictures, a glorified flip book.
Each morning the pages of the flipbook are flipped, the images are strung together by some rudimentary mental processes until from the flurry some hazy, shifting image of a 'person' emerges.
In deep sleep are you aware? Are you still the same person with your trials and tribulations? Without your thoughts and memories constantly reminding you that you are suffering, are you suffering? Without your thoughts and memories constantly reminding you that you are "YOU" are you "YOU"? Can you even reference a person independant of the image in your mind? Without your image do you even exist?
Every idea, opinion or belief you have ever had or held true is linked to the primary image of the person you think yourself to be. If that very image is false than what do you truly know?
Are you ready to abandon the crutch that is the mind and immerse yourself in true introspection? Only Silence can reveal Reality. In order to see the light of truth one must first step out of the shadow of the mind.
