the self isn't a story-teller as such, it is more like a
delusion of the mind, i might even say it is more like a trickster.
when we search for our 'self' we can not find it, what part of me
is the self, is it my body, is it my feelings, is it my
consciousness, is it the things i experience which make me 'me'.
none of these are myself, they are merely aggregates of
matter constantly changing from one moment to the next, our mind
tricks us into thinking there is something permanent there, an
'I', a being which exists as a real being. there is not anything which can be
'tapped into' because of the ever-changing state of existence, it
is because of the emptiness of any seemingly real thing that we are
able to experience things coming and going through the pattern of
existence. in buddhism we look deeply into our perception of
our self, of all that we think we are and what we experience, we
search to discover our true nature and become free of stress and
worry about wordly things. instead we learn about ourselves, our
true nature, and in doing so we uncover the true nature of all
things because inherently the true nature of all things is the
same.
