You were brought up to believe that the self has a higher self – and the higher and higher self, an extraordinarily complicated thing – but the obvious fact of everyday existence is that the self is a bundle of memories in which the centre is the ego, the me, the me that says, ‘It’s my house, my God, my belief.’ Surely, that is how you live day to day: your wife or husband, your property, your religion, your country, your conflict, your sorrow – all that is the self. Why introduce a higher self?