Venerable shared a story about a fellow monk who was on a cruise and interviewed by some comedy show host on "What is the most disgusting thing in life"
And the monk answered "Who are you" three times to the host, confusing the poor chap who kept repeating that he was so-and-so from Channel 56 doing a comedy show...
Who are you before you were born and your parents gave you your name?
And quite naturally, the host answered "I dont know"
We dont really know who we are, yet we think that we do. Are you your name? Or your body?
There is so much emphasis on our identity, but is that even accurate?
Who/What is the I that is speaking or reading this?
"I think therefore I am" - Descartes
You think, therefore you exist. But where does that thinking come from?
The most disgusting thing is not knowing who you are, but thinking that you do!
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