Chapter 21:  The Silent Self~~Exploring Identity Beyond Words

Human beings are storytellers. We script our lives through words, weaving identity, relationships, and meaning into the fabric of our existence. But what if we stripped our narrative bare? What lies beyond the words that define “me” and “you”? These questions touch the core of philosophy, spirituality, meditation, and the search for Truth. Many of us seek answers on epic quests, through religious teachings, or in myths like the Garden of Eden. Yet, try as we might, this search often feels incomplete or elusive.

Could it be that our true self exists in the silence beyond language?

I often take deep dives into the verbal nature of identity and how words shape—and limit—our understanding of self. I like to explore the links between language, myth, meditation, and the profound concept of hiraeth—a yearning for a home that perhaps cannot be reclaimed. For anyone on their own spiritual or philosophical quest, this will be an invitation to peer into the quiet space beyond the words.

From the moment we learn to speak, language becomes the lens through which we define ourselves and view the world. Words assign meaning to our thoughts, actions, and experiences, creating an identity that feels tangible but is ultimately intangible. Phrases like “I am Bruce”, “I am retired”, or “I am happy” are not the self—they are descriptions shaped by language and mental constructs, not reality itself.

Consider this paradox: The words we use to express ourselves are also the very tools that confine us. By scripting personal narratives—our triumphs, failures, relationships, and beliefs—we inadvertently trap ourselves in a fabricated identity. These narratives are an all-too-often attempt at social conformity while bringing comfort to the self, and are often a form of self-hypnosis. The self we know may be more verbal than “real.”

Who are we if we stop the stream of narrative?

Is there someone left beneath the silence?

Throughout history, humanity has ventured far and wide seeking enlightenment, God, or the “true self.” Pilgrimages to sacred sites, the founding of religions, and myths brimming with cosmic drama underscore how deeply this search resonates within us.

Religions often promise salvation or union with the divine, but even those promises are steeped in story. Mythologies, too, are verbal tapestries that weave profound truths, yet they cannot bypass their dependency on words. Could this quest itself be a reflection of the narratives we maintain about being “lost” and needing to “find” something greater?

We are admonished to “get our story straight”.  In a strange twist, trauma victims are encouraged to develop a timeline and build a narrative around major events in their lives.  So, it can be seen that words do have great healing potential, if we can see the point where our woundedness got verbally stored in our minds and non-verbally stored in the body as traumatic wounding.  Then we can begin the work to free the verbal and non-verbal wounds that have attached themselves to our innocent self.  So, in this case, the narrative is the vehicle to release us from the vehicle of the narrative.

WOW!

This raises a profound question for spiritual seekers and philosophy enthusiasts alike: Are we genuinely lost, or are we only lost in the stories we tell ourselves? 

Oh, so let me tell you another story, you are used to this by now!

The Biblical myth of the Garden of Eden offers an extraordinary cautionary tale about language, knowledge, and identity. Before the famed fall, Adam and Eve lived in unity with creation, free of judgment or self-consciousness. But after eating from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil—after acquiring the capacity for duality through language—they were cast out.

The Garden of Eden is not just a paradise lost; it is a metaphor for our existential predicament. Language, while empowering us with thought and expression, also exiles us into a world of separation. The moment we label something as “good” or “bad,” “me” or “you,” we lose the innocence of simply being.

Is it possible to return to the Garden? Not if we remain tethered to language and its dualities. The myth hints at a poignant truth—returning home is impossible as long as we cling to the narratives that define us, our likes, our dislikes, and even our moral and ethical codes, which are often borrowed from others or secondhand in nature anyway.

If identity is built with words, what happens when those words are stripped away? Imagine falling into profound silence, where thoughts fade and stories dissolve.   This is the “think no thoughts” space, a space that is alien to most human beings. The self that seemed so constant—“I am Bruce, a teacher, a thinker”—might not exist in the way we assumed.

Without words, are we left with nothingness, or do we uncover something deeper? Many spiritual traditions suggest that beneath the chatter of language lies an unchanging essence—a silent awareness unbound by labels, names, or narratives.  And I am not speculating when I make the outlandish claim that this unchanging essence LAUGHS at our best interpretations of ourselves, and each other. 

What exactly is the relationship between our unchanging essence and our verbal sense of self?

To deconstruct identity requires courage. It means facing the void left when words are no longer there to comfort us. Yet, it also means discovering a self unshackled by the stories we’ve told for so long.

Meditation offers a direct route to this silent essence. By quieting the mind and letting go of inner dialogue, we step into the gap between words. Practices like mindfulness or transcendental meditation guide us toward this realm of silence, allowing us to experience what it means to simply “be.”

Meditation encourages us to witness thoughts rather than identifying with them. Over time, the grip of our narratives loosens. The human mind, which craves explanations, may resist this process. But the revelation is worth it—meditation invites us to meet our true self, one that exists beyond verbalization.

Perhaps this is why many meditation practitioners describe the experience as profound clarity or liberation. Freed from the noise of definitions and judgments, they glimpse what lies at the core of being.

The Welsh word hiraeth describes a deep sense of longing—for home, for what is lost, or for something that never truly existed. It captures the poignant ache for something beyond the present moment, a yearning often triggered by nostalgia or an indefinable absence.

Could hiraeth stem from our instinctive recognition of the exile caused by language? When we cling to our narratives as if they define us entirely, we may be perpetuating the very sense of separation we seek to overcome. Hiraeth reminds us that true “home” lies in the silence—the place where identity dissolves and we merge back into the essence of being.

Ultimately, the longing encapsulated by hiraeth might not be a curse. Instead, it could be a gentle nudge toward awakening, encouraging us to move beyond the words and rediscover the stillness we once knew.

Language has long served as both our guide and our cage, drawing us into abstraction while distancing us from essence. If we can see through its hypnotic spell, we might uncover a profound truth—the self, in its truest form, is silence.

Meditation is one doorway into this realm of stillness, as is a willingness to release the narratives that shape us. And while we may never fully return to Eden, or quench the longing of hiraeth, we can create space for these questions to flourish, leading us toward a deeper awareness.

Now, it’s your turn to pause, breathe, and sit with this question:

Who are you without your words?

Are you that internal sense that “I am”?

I am that internal sense that I am.

I am nothing more, unless I embellish it with yet another narrative, yet I am nothing less, as well.

That still point is where the true miracle of our existence unites us together.

is what Moses and Jesus said?

I am that I am.

We are all One in the Unknown.

We must become a light unto ourselves

Part Two:  Chasing Sunbeams With a Flashlight – The Silent Self

Exploring Identity Beyond Words

What are you?

Not who, but what?

It’s a question that seems deceptively simple, yet the answer often slips through our fingers like grains of sand. While society thrives on labels and definitions—a name, a job title, a personality type—we often find that peeling back these layers reveals a far more fluid, wordless identity. For many, this quest to understand the “silent self” becomes a lifelong exploration of what it means to truly exist.

There are complexities of identity beyond conventional definitions. There are restrictions imposed by language, the role of personal experience, and how practices like mindfulness can guide us toward a deeper understanding of ourselves. There are tools and exercises to uncover hidden facets of our identity, encouraging us to view ourselves not as fixed concepts, but a masterpiece in progress.

“You’re so creative.”

“You’re too sensitive.”

“You’re introverted.”

“You’re a leader.”

How often do we hear these labels applied to us by others—or apply them to ourselves? Labels can function as shorthand to make sense of the human experience, but they come at a cost.

A personality trait or title may offer clarity, but it also boxes us in, turning an infinitely complex being into a caricature. Consider this analogy. Imagine trying to describe the sun using only a flashlight. A flashlight might mimic the sun’s light, but it will never capture its warmth or immensity, and its light overpowers the sun’s light within its narrow focus. Similarly, words like “kind,” “intelligent,” or even “American” attempt to bottle the essence of a person, yet they fail to account for the full spectrum of identity.

Furthermore, labels often carry implicit bias. What does being “successful” mean? For one person, it might involve climbing the corporate ladder, while for another, it could mean living a modest, peaceful life in nature. Words are constructs, defined by cultural contexts and personal histories. When we over-rely on these constructs, we risk losing sight of identity’s dynamic, evolving nature.

If labels and words fall short, how do we approach identity? The best way might be through experience.

Our lives are shaped by the experiences we have, both monumental and mundane. Think about it for a moment. The moments that define who you are probably can’t be summed up in any single word. It might be the feeling of standing at the edge of the ocean, waves crashing relentlessly at your feet. Or the quiet satisfaction of completing a project that few will notice but which brought you fulfillment.

These moments evade labels; they belong solely to you. Experiences bypass our cognitive need for definition and speak directly to our essence. They remind us that identity is not a static badge pinned to the chest. Instead, it’s a constantly shifting accumulation of these lived moments, expanding and transforming as we grow.

Mindfulness acts as the flashlight we should use—not to define the sun, but to illuminate the small, everyday paths we walk on the way to self-discovery.

Think of mindfulness as the art of listening to the silent self. Through practices like meditation, mindful observation, and self-inquiry, we begin to notice parts of ourselves that typically remain hidden beneath the noise of thought and external expectation.

For instance, in a mindfulness session, you might notice a recurring thought pattern that defines you as “unworthy” or “incapable.” Traditionally, we either accept such labels uncritically or push them away with equal force. Mindfulness, however, invites us to sit with these thoughts gently, neither clinging to nor rejecting them but simply observing.

Over time, this practice creates a gap—a space of awareness between the thought and the thinker. Within this gap sits freedom. Freedom to realize we are not our stories, not even the flattering ones, but something much deeper—a silent self beyond words.

The unknown terrifies, but it also liberates.

When you begin to deconstruct labels and definitions, the vastness of not knowing can feel overwhelming. After all, humans are biologically wired to seek familiarity and safety, assigning meaning to the world around us.

Without labels, who are we?

But here lies the beauty of ambiguity. By letting go of rigid identities, we open ourselves to infinite possibilities. You are not the version of yourself from 5 years ago—and 5 years from now, you’ll be someone else entirely. Think of identity as a flowing river rather than a frozen lake.

Consider allowing moments of

“I don’t know”

to guide you. What would it look like to live without needing concrete answers about who you are, and instead to fully experience the unfolding state of being?

If you’re ready to explore the silent self, here are four practical exercises to deepen your understanding.

1. The Label Detox

Write down 10 words you would use to describe yourself. Now, beside each word, jot down where that belief or label originated. Ask yourself, “Does this align with how I feel about myself today?” Finally, challenge yourself to go 24 hours avoiding those labels entirely. Watch what happens when you live without them.

2. The 5 Senses Meditation

Dedicate 5 minutes each day to focusing on your five senses. Close your eyes, breathe, and notice the sounds, smells, and feeling of your surroundings. This pulls you out of the conceptual and into direct experience—a mirror of how identity thrives without interpretation.

3. Self-Inquiry

Ask yourself, “Who am I when no one is watching?” Write down every answer that arises, no matter how bizarre or contradictory. Repeat this exercise weekly and track how your answers evolve.

4. Reflection Through Art

Express yourself in a medium that doesn’t rely on words—paint, draw, dance, or play music. These forms of expression often tap into facets of identity we cannot put into language, revealing truths that transcend words.

Defining yourself is comforting. It offers stability in a chaotic world. But when we cling to definitions, we lose the beauty of discovery. True identity lives between the spaces, beyond language and logic. It is quiet, expansive, fluid—a sunbeam that you don’t chase but feel.

Your silent self is not something to be understood but to be experienced. With every breath, every mindful moment, and every label you release, you edge closer to that understanding.

Take a moment to sit still, close your eyes, and ask yourself,

“What am I?”

The answer might not come in words—but pay close attention.

The silent self always responds.


Bruce

I am 69 years old, and I am a retired person. I began writing in 2016. I am married to Sharon White, a retired hospice nurse, and writer. Whose Death Is It Anyway-A Hospice Nurse Remembers Sharon is a wonderful friend and life partner of nearly 30 years. We have three grandsons through two of Sharon's children. I am not a published writer or poet. My writings are part of my new life in retirement. I have recently created a blog, and I began filling it up with my writings on matters of recovery and spirituality. I saw that my blog contained enough material for a book, so that is now my new intention, to publish a book, if only so that my grandsons can get to know who their grandfather really was, once I am gone. The title for my first book will be: Penetrating The Conspiracy Of Silence, or, How I Lived Beyond My Expiration Date I have since written 7 more books, all of which are now posted on this site. I have no plans to publish any of them, as their material is not of general interest, and would not generate enough income to justify costs. I have taken a deep look at life, and written extensively about it from a unique and rarely communicated perspective. Some of my writing is from 2016 on to the present moment. Other writing covers the time prior to 1987 when I was a boy, then an addict and alcoholic, with my subsequent recovery experience, and search for "Truth". Others are about my more recent experiences around the subjects of death, dying, and transformation, and friends and family having the most challenging of life's experiences. There are also writings derived from my personal involvement with and insight into toxic masculinity, toxic religion, toxic capitalism, and all of their intersections with our leadere. These topics will not be a draw for all people, as such personal and/or cultural toxicities tends to get ignored, overlooked, or "normalized" by those with little time for insight, introspection, or interest in other people's points of view on these troubling issues. There also will be a couple of writings/musings about "GOD", but I try to limit that kind of verbal gymnastics, because it is like chasing a sunbeam with a flashlight. Yes, my books are non-fiction, and are not good reading for anybody seeking to escape and be entertained. Some of the writings are spiritual, philosophical and intellectual in nature, and some descend the depths into the darkest recesses of the human mind. I have included a full cross section of all of my thoughts and feelings. It is a classic "over-share", and I have no shame in doing so. A Master Teacher once spoke to me, and said "no teacher shall effect your salvation, you must work it out for yourself". "Follow new paths of consciousness by letting go of all of the mental concepts and controls of your past". This writing represents my personal work towards that ultimate end.