Who am I?

Who am I, the thinker, a product of thought which seeks experiences, sensations and pleasures and tries to avert what it deems unpleasant? That product of thought that gathers the things it likes into the "me" and "mine" and wants to fix and control his domain closely so that  nothing ever changes unless it wants something to change :) 

 It imagines that it's divided from everything else (the "environment", the objects), lives in time, from here to there, from birth to death, from the cradle to the grave :) But in the meantime has these very important plans and extremely important attachments, that cannot be abandoned.

When it loses a part of its domain (action of "the world"/"what's not me" vs the "me" :), it suffers a nervous tantrum, a bout of sorrow or a so called "depression" Boo hoo :) - it is the sorrow and depression itself in fact. It clings to all its possessions for its shoddy dear life at all cost. 

A very funny invention of thought, tragicomical in fact. A perfect script of a jester's tear ;)