A chat with atman
I talked to my inner self tonight, and I asked it why it was always so calm and collective, so content and so loving and so different from me. It just watched and smiled. And then I asked it who it was, if it was not really me, because it had told me that it was not really me, and then it said,
"I am you, but you are not me."
And so then I told it what a conundrum that one was, that it didn't really make sense, and it (I have yet to determine whether it has gender) told me that
"I am you in a different sense than you are you. I am the real you."
And so then I said, well then what am I, cut grass? Skinny potatoes? Chopped liver? Because I feel a whole lot like I'm real, and I'm me, and so I feel much like the real me...
But at the same time I knew that it wouldn't lie to me, and I knew deep down that it was telling the truth.
"I am you, but you are not me."
And so then I told it what a conundrum that one was, that it didn't really make sense, and it (I have yet to determine whether it has gender) told me that
"I am you in a different sense than you are you. I am the real you."
And so then I said, well then what am I, cut grass? Skinny potatoes? Chopped liver? Because I feel a whole lot like I'm real, and I'm me, and so I feel much like the real me...
But at the same time I knew that it wouldn't lie to me, and I knew deep down that it was telling the truth.