What are you? Look in a mirror. What do you see? Do you see you? Or do you see an edifice, scaffolding, a facade? Do you see just a vehicle, a mode of transportation? Do you see what you are? Can you see inside? What are you? Are you just a big slab of meat? Just a bag of water. Are you the blood coursing through your veins, the current charging through your nerves? Are you what’s in your heart what’s in your soul? Are you what’s between your ears behind your eyes? Grey matter is that what you are? Folds upon folds of brain. Is that it? Is that what you are? Is your body just a receptacle? Are you a projection streamed in from some other place? Look in the mirror, what do you see?