Extensions of the body create a bigger sense of Mine and therefore a bigger sense of Me.
My house, my car, my clothes, all the things I own, my possessions.
My family, my friends, my neighbours. What they think about Me - My reputation. What concerns they have about Me.
All stuff external to the body which creates a bigger sense of Mine.
Internal stuff - My knowledge, my opinions, my beliefs, my ideas, my thoughts, my feelings. My aches and pains, My stories about me. The more the mind collects of these, the bigger the sense of Mine is, therefore the bigger sense of Me.
I once heard someone say that you can tell someone’s age and importance by the size of their bunch of keys. The more you own, the bigger the bunch. I have a large bunch of keys
I say it’s all mine. If it belongs to me, it cannot be Me. Thats two - Me and Mine. Both can’t be Me. That’s obvious. How can something so blindingly obvious be hidden for so long? How did the error originate, that I started assuming that everything that was mine, was actually Me?
It’s all subject to changes. Things come and go. Nothing that changes can be real.
I think that I change - either grow or diminish - depending on the gaining or losing of anything I call mine. But is that true ? Is that another error that has been made?