My reality is your reality. Who you really are knows that you are not this mind/body.
Therefore; that which is confused, or fully deluded, is not you.
What then is this conversation then, but an act of compassion?
This flux of components believes it is a person. As flickering, changing and insubstantial as it is, it believes so firmly in its solidity that it doesn’t question.
Question now. Enquire: who am I?