What is real?

Suppose there is no inner reality 
and no outer reality,
no inner space and no outer space.

Suppose there is just one reality, only one space.

Suppose everything is real:

hallucinations, dreams, and fantasies,

common sense, planets, and stars,

fear, snowstorms, and spiders,

etc. You name it.

Who are you really?

How do you deal with your inner idiot?

Do you try to talk sense to him?

Do you keep a low profile to not upset him more?
Are you under his thumb?
Is he under your thumb?

Do you pretend that he doesn't exist?

And how do you deal with your inner dullard

or your inner sissy?

Is the sensible part of you like a clever psychologist,

or is he like a dutiful police officer?

Do inner parts have a gender?

Is your inner idiot a female?

Have you noticed that there is a part of you 

that is not an idiot, not a dullard, not a sissy,

not a psychologist and not a police officer?

The true self

You are not acting from your true self
when you are drunk or stoned,

stressed out, depressed
or possessed by a crazy idea...

Are you yourself 
when you're on antidepressant medication?
What do you think?

Who are you really?
Maybe you are not the one you think you are.
Maybe you are someone else.
Maybe you are a bunch of people.

Is the true self an illusion, as the Buddhists say

or is it the eternal core of your being as the Hindus say?
Is it the part of you that goes to heaven or hell when you die?

Is it just brain chemistry?
Is it just an idea, a thought?

What do you think?