[you leave /your reflection, /in still waters, /it stays, beyond /deductions, with /marble like possibilities /of longing—

east wind, /brings your name, /written on each /pollen grain; where i, /have kept /this room just /the way you /left it]

So what are you? You are a name, a form, the result of a society, a culture which has emphasized throughout the ages that you are separate, something indefinitely identifiable. Right? You have your character, your particular tendency, either aggressive or yielding. Is that not put together by the culture which has been brought about by thought? It is very difficult for people to accept a very simple, logical examination, because they would like to think that the self is something most extraordinary. We are pointing out that the self(ego) is nothing but words and memories.

Jiddu Krishnamurti