suddenly i looked around and everything i could see was relative to my ego, like ‘that’s my piece of paper’ and ‘that’s my flannel’ or ‘give it to me’ or ‘i am’. it drove me crackers, i hated everything about my ego, it was a flash of everything false and impermanent, which i disliked. but later, i learned from it, to realise that there is somebody else in here apart from old blabbermouth. who am ‘i’ became the order of the day. anyway, that’s what came out of it, ‘i me mine’. the truth within us has to be realised. when you realise that, everything else that you see and do and touch and smell isn’t real, then you may know what reality is, and can answer the question ‘who am i?’