What if who you think you are doesn't actually exist?
What if who you think you are - in other words, a separate I-personality - was nothing but an elaborate string of thoughts appearing one after the other, supporting the claims of those that came before them?
What if who you think you are - the I-personality - didn't actually have a personal will of its own?
What if who you think you are didn't have a personal will of its own because who you think you are is nothing other than a chain of thoughts believed in - for what power or substance do thoughts, of their own accord, truly have?
What if thought, the mind itself, does not actually exist - for where is our proof that thoughts exist other than in the next believed-in thought?
What if experience was not a personal phenomenon?
What if the experience of life as you know it wasn't anything other than an inexplicable, meaningless parade of manifestation coming forth in endless combinations, eternally (timelessly) from A Nothingness?
What if Who You Really Are is but a simple presence, alive and aware?
What if Who You Really Are is unchanging and unmoving, the direct opposite of the phantom mind?
What if Who You Really Are is nothing to be sought or mended?
What if who you think you are questioned who you think you are?
What if who you think you are would just be still and simply notice?
Really. What if?