It's not fun to think about letting go of your personality but at the same time, it does seem like something we'll all be faced with doing at the end of our lives when we're too sick to be cured by the material things the world has to offer and we'll have no choice but to focus 100% on the otherworldly. I like to focus on it while I'm feeling well--kind of like preparing for a test a little bit each day instead of waiting until the last minute.
In the third grade, I received an award for "Asking Questions". That teacher had me pegged. While other kids got awards for "holding my hand during recess" and "playing matchbox cars" (each kid in the class got an individual award), I was a philosopher even back then—a spacewoman jettisoning through the space of her cerebral matter wanting to know, to discover, to experience everything.