So there I was, sitting on the toilet, thinking, “The possibility exists that I’m nothing more than a thought energy. I exist within my own mind as a set of stories/beliefs I tell myself to give myself a sense of identity and make sense of the world around me. That’s all thought energy.
If someone thinks about me for some reason, I now exist as ‘thought energy’ inside their mind (so “I” move around a bit).
Even if I’m face-to-face with someone, they are now thinking, ‘Oh. Here’s Larry, in front of me.’
If I look in the mirror, I have “thoughts.” Things like, “Damn, Larry. Look at you. You are one delicious-looking slice of man-candy.” You know, stuff like that, but just more thought energy.
My physical bodily sensations, my sense of sight, hearing, taste, smell, and touch are all culminating inside my own mind and occurring as thought energy in my brain.
In my search for “self” (the “me-ness” of me), I am discovering that who ‘I am’ is merely thought energy existing in one of our minds at any one given time, and we create that identity we think about within the stories we develop about them/myself.
I think that’s why we hang onto our ‘stories’ for so long. Our internal sense of identity is wrapped up in the stories we tell ourselves about ourselves.
The possibility exists…”
