"It's not 'my life' anymore", 'I' suddenly realized. It was a bit shocking, at first. Still, it makes perfect sense. As the personal identity sense continues to erode, becoming thinner, more transparent, all possesives shift from singular to multi-plural. And 'who am I?' becomes alive, appearing like a fairy-godmother/cosmic jokster, always right on time to pull the plug on the mind whenever (yes God, please) individual orientation densifies. Thus thrwarted again and again, little by little or alot by alot, the surrender continues.