Generally, this whole concept of inner and outer selves as separate, contrasting elements has done more harm than good. In a broader sense we have the mass delusion that there is some division between the end of our skin and the space beyond, the environment that births and envelops and consumes us. As if the world around us were some other, some alien thing we've intruded upon and loiter around until our inevitable eviction.
The misconception that you are all alone, buried in your bag.



But the bag is you! All the bags are you!
It's all one bag!
There is no bag!

Love,
the dead minotaur