The self, the subject, the ego, life, perception, being. So much philosophy cultivated, fermented, imbibed, spilt over the I. How it figures in relation to others: relations of love, desire, authenticity, wrong and right, gender, politics, control, production.
We’d sometimes rather it be deprecated: too much said, when rather in shivasanaic sleep we’d rather it fade. But then sometimes we’d rather it be reawoken and brought to some higher level of truth, in shivasanaic revival we’d rather it shine. And that’s the point of any philosophy of the Self: a discursive negotiation between death/negation of being and rebirth/affirmation of living.