The Self
A bicycle isn't its wheels. It isn't the frame, the chain, the person pedaling, or the road. Take any one away and you don't have a broken bicycle but something that was never a bicycle to begin with. We point at things and say that's 'it'. That's the self. That's what's real. But every time you reach for the thing itself, you find it's made entirely of other things, which are made of other things and somewhere in that regression you either panic or you start to find it funny. The self […]https://ridiculousbharath.wordpress.com/2026/05/12/the-self/



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