Who is the real me that is in a cage called body? Who is it who looks at the outside? Who hears the voice in the ear? Who do I talk to in my mind every day? Who is it who sees the world from billions of eyes every day? Who is it who hears the world from billions of ears every day? Who is this part of the whole or is it the whole? Like a grain of sand from the desert or a drop from the sea, then the real me is the whole