The mind is our closest and most constant companion. We have lots of friends who know a little bit about us and who spend time with us and have known us for different portions of our lives, but our mind has known us since we were born. And depending on the acuity of our memory, it remembers all that we’ve been through or at least a pretty good portion of what we’ve been through. And it highlights certain portions of our existence. It’s so close to us and has spent so much time with us and knows so much about us that sometimes that’s who we think we are. And we begin to believe that we are in direct relation to what we think. We are what we think; we are our memories as if they somehow comprise us. And this of course has certain consequences on our being.
