The I (n.) is, in 'I wish' no less a fiction of willful action as is the man who stepping out of his room at the very minute when the sun is rising, says, 'it is my will that the sun shall rise.
The I (n.) is a word you are proud of; but your body does not say I, it does I.
The I (n.) has become a fairy tale, a fiction, a play on words: it has stopped thinking, feeling and willing altogether.
The I (n.) is a mnemonic, an abbreviation taken for an entity and then for a cause — a perspective in seeing mistaken for the cause of seeing.
The I (n.) is not what thinks but a construction of thinking — a regulative fiction, like 'thing' and 'substance', that inserts constancy into a world of becoming.
The I (n.) may be a perspectival illusion: an illusory unity in which, as in a horizon, everything converges.
The I (n.) is a mnemonic token, an abbreviating formula, which by bad habit we take for an entity and finally for a cause — like saying the lightning 'flashes'.