Magritte, a great French artist, had once painted a very realistic pipe,
and written under it: "Ceci n'est pas une pipe." (This is not a pipe.)
Why? Possibly to assist a peaceful change… Go back to a moment
when you thought: "Life is great! I am OK. All is really fine." Feel how
happy you are... Then you look at the mirror, or maybe it is the clock,
and you become something, be it I am late, or fat. An "I", an identity
has just appeared, and took your peace away! Not quite the same
happy "I", is it?

The innocence is gone, and replaced by the confused, suffering and
questing mind. You start defining yourself as an identity: "I am white.
I am an American. I'm a male. I drive a Honda. I am a vegetarian.
I am a cat person…" The more defined you are, the heavier you become.

And then one day, you decide to return to the beginning, where life is
great, where you're OK and all is really fine. You begin dropping
knowledge, including your name, your identity, everything that has been
given to you by others. "I am not an American." "I am not a vegetarian."
"I am not a Honda." Those were just definitions, borrowed costumes.
Then you have a very different quality of life: you are a child again, reborn.