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My identity is not personal

 The person is discontinuous, it is a narration of psychological memory, not even a narration of the states of the body, except for those liminal states in which the person precisely disappears: moments of great joy or pain. The fact that I can be here and now being without having to appeal to any memory or make any narration, shows the blank page on which the person writes his identity narrative. That blank page is the Atman, the "I am". When we live in the person we only pay attention to the text that that person writes. When the person disappears, he brings the Atman into view and we are that. When we are Atman without a person we live in fullness. Every day we are there inadvertently, as when we have fulfilled a wish and have not yet projected the next, or between two thoughts, or when perception takes over and absorbs us completely. The continuity that we experience in our existence is due to the support on which we build our identity narratives. This continuity is what gives unity to what in a contradictory way I call "my life" since it is a continuity that is not based on any of the social persons that have appeared throughout the existence of this neurophysiological organism that I have mistakenly identified with its support, the Atman. My foundation as an individual being is nothing individual. On that form of non-individual, non-personal energy, the Atman, narratives have been superimposed whose invoice corresponds to the autonomous functioning of the brain of my body, which has been ordering memories according to the survival purposes of the different psychological people.

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