To me, the real I, is the one that longs for a more conscious experience; the one that suddenly realizes, that the "I" that just reacted to a certain stimuli, did it as a result of a given conditioning. That realization, all of a sudden, offers an option, and that option can take the real I, out of the loop.
My (old) story of the universe was never mine, it shaped my fears and my dreams, and possibly my path to a certain degree. I was told that story and it has taken many years to realize, that I do not have yet a story of mine. As I reinvent myself, unlinking from all those beliefs, a new paradigm has emerged, sometimes full of clarity, sometimes mostly awe, and always full of mystery and reverence. I can not say I know the new story, the one experienced by me; I don't sense I've been able to fully apprehend it. But that does not prevent me from having the certainty that I am in the process of knowing myself, and, by extension, everything else I need to know.
On Apr 11, 2023 Germán wrote on Don't Waste A Curse On The Universe, by Ella Wheeler Wilcox: