I remember reading in a yoga book about the "dweller" within.
The dweller being that entity within/without who is transiently journeying through a myriad of existences, through to all encompassing being/enlightenment.
That dweller is before self, before personality, before ego: an Atman soul sauntering to Brahmanesq being.
A bit like don Quixote singing, " I am I, don Quixote, the lord of la Mancha, my destiny calls and I go. May the wild winds of fortune carry me onward, whither so-ever they blow, onward to glory I go...!!!"
It's refreshing stuff and I love it!
But bloody reason infects the vision and pollutes the view.
Tri-me, my dweller knows you are on the right track and says thankyou for the reminders.
My reasoning intellect says "wake up and be miserable like me".
( reason is always seeking black holes of meaninglessness )
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.