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.
Existence is Encounter. Meeting at the limen. In the limen, the masks disappear, that is, the basic intuitions of identities, such as the identity that I feel and think in relation to the tree that I see in front of me. The identity of the tree is a projection of mine: the unity of my process of perceiving the tree generates a mask in me, the ghost of a limited unity separated from everything else. The simplest form of intuitive understanding of masks and limen is given to us by numbers. Numbers intuitively express the liminal tension that is Existence. A little etymological note. Rythmos in Greek means flow. Arythmos (number) is what does not flow, what remains solidified. Numbers express the liminoid, and flow, rhythm, expresses the liminal. A rhythm becomes liminoid when we can trace patterns in it, that is, when we can construct masks of identities. Mathematics has spoken of flow using the Latin word “continuum”, the continuous. All modern science, since Leibni...
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