"I" A philosophical treatise on perceptual errors by Zia Husam "I" does not exist it is created. it is like a painting, some are beautiful, some are ugly however all painting are created. An illusion we call "Self", I. We are defined by our families and society, we live in, and put under shackles of dogma and never ending run for achieving what "they"call as "Life" and more precisely "purpose of life". Reality is, as conscious self, we can never come to a conclusion of what "that" - "other" is? If we see a glass (other object than self), we realize glass is not "I". So what is "I"? A mere comparison with our eyes. We compare our self using our senses to the world and come to a conclusion what is "I" and what is not "I". Heavy, light, big, small, strong, weak-- Everything has to be compared with "I" to distinguish. A society comprising of family, religion...