I am not my personality - yeah, right.

I Am Not My Personality
---- Big Frank Dickinson

He kept saying that he was not his personality. He was not sure exactly what he was; sometimes he thought that he was nothing and that certainly was not his personality. You know, the Buddist thing about the self being the absence of everything. But his friends made fun of that, and anyway, who can have an image of nothing? Well, you can imagine an empty room, but it's still a room. Then there is empty space - like those big gaps in the universe, but that was still surrounded by stuff. Then he thought nothing was all about what isn't - so he went with that. About the best image he could come up with was everything that he was not: without desire, consistent, eternal, infinite, everwhere, all knowing, completely self-sufficient in everyway, and absolutely knowling of itself. But this drove him nuts, because that meant that he was what he wasn't and how could that be? What kind of world is that he found himself in where in actuality he was everything that in his mind he thought he wasn't. This was too neat - so he concluded that he was probably some of the things that he thought he wasn't: he chose - eternal, and infinite (they seem to go together), but rejected the others. This made sense and gave him hope; if he was eternal then in time he would probably figure the rest out. His real self thought this was a riot!