Continuing from The Untethered Soul . . .
Let’s explore this question by playing a game. Make believe that you and I are having a conversation. Typically, in western cultures, when someone comes up to you and asks, “Excuse me, who are you?” you don’t admonish them for asking such a deep question. You tell them your name, for example, Sally Smith. But I’m going to challenge this response by taking out a piece of paper and writing the letters S-a-l-l-y S-m-i-t-h, and then showing it to you. Is that who you are – a collection of letters? Is that who sees when you see? Obviously not, so you say,
Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry. I’m not Sally Smith. That’s just a name people call me. It’s a label. Really, I’m Frank Smith’s wife.
from The Untethered Soul
To be continued . . .