A monk came to say good bye to Ch'an master Niaowo (Bird's Nest). He said:
-Thank you, Sir, for everything you've done for me. Now I got to go.
-Where will you go?
-Any place where I can learn Buddha dharmas.
The frame of reference labled "you" has a finite linear life filled with quantative stories of discrimination and seperateness. It is an elaborate construct that falls apart when identity becomes larger than a body. There is no sense of loss and no sense of aquierment,when all,is all.