"But coming home that day, walking downhill with a panorama of valley and hills before me, I turned my gaze inward, and what I saw, stopped me in my tracks. Instead of the usual unlocalized centre of myself, there was nothing there, it was empty, and at the moment of seeing this there was a flood of quiet joy and I knew, finally I knew what was missing-it was my "self"."
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Source : Bernadette Roberts (1993). “The Experience of No-Self: A Contemplative Journey”, p.23, SUNY Press