It appears to me sometimes that none of the contents of my emotions are mine. Depending on the state of my being, my mechanism makes a connection with different parts of the Cosmos - some which have pain and suffering (the new worlds that are gross and waiting to be born) and some which have joy and peace (close to heart of creation). These places exist even without my visitations and each of my visitation is a responsibility.
Nothing seems to be really "mine" or "personal" except say localised physical pain and the association of thoughts.
Then who am I ? If the collection of memory again is a visitation to a local storage or the physical body is seen as a tool for action, then what remains of what I call as me?
What am I when at rest. When not in active action?
What happens at death? A hard disk format of memories and the withdrawal of the tool of action and experience - which is the body?
Can I live differently then? Can I change my engagement with my memories? How can I enter into a new relationship with this body? Like a tool or like a pet animal who works for me and who I need to take care of.
And the ideas and the intelligence - what should be my engagement with them? Are they mine or do they "arrive" as impulses of a larger intelligence?
What about my experiences - physical and emotional? What should be my relationship to them? They govern me and act as calibration for fine tuning of the action.
How can I live truly now rather than wait for death to walk me through the experience of what I truly am?
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