When you’re truly present, your “self” isn’t. In the space of a single awakened moment, there’s no room for abstract constructions so complex as the Self. There are only fleeting forms of sensory input: rays of light, flutters of sound, and the endless influx of individual thoughts.
Yes, thoughts. The insignificant sparks of color and form which are carefully combed through and combined to orchestrate the Self. But when thoughts are taken one at a time, the Self is disassembled, and revealed as the fabrication it is.
And beneath the fluctuation of momentary forms, there is a more constant Presence, independent of thought, which can be more appropriately considered as our true Self.