They act the bundle of thoughts they think and wear the person they say they are. Beneath all of this is the being, the silent I am, who attempts pleasant long survival in fear of premature death.
This being brings forth the character and actor who is oblivious to the pure, unencumbered, being shining. Being acts clinging to actor as it fears it rose and shall set.
Behind being is the non-thing before time. Witnessing being rising and decaying back to non-being is this.
And you’re that. Not the bundle of thoughts actor, not the I am being who fears end, you are, and only ever have been, that, wordless, indescribable, non-dual.