You are something that the whole world is doing just as when the sea has waves on it.
The world is filled with love-play, from animal lust to sublime compassion.
If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.
I have no other self than the totality of the things of which I am aware.
What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That was when you were born.
The sense of wrong is simply failure to see where something fits into a pattern, to be confused as to the hierarchical level upon which an event belongs.