So I was thinking about the search for truth, and then the thought "Who is the searcher" appeared.

I am not the searcher, I am the search. Likewise I am not living, I am life. I am not hungry, I am hunger. I am not jealous, I am jealousy. I am not angry, I am anger. I am not loving, I am love.

Love of course is another discussion. What it is, and so on. Love is the ocean from where the waves arise. It has no opposites.

And just like that I begin to understand another level to what Jesus meant when he said "I am the way, the truth, and the life".

There's an effortlessness to it, if one identifies with the process rather than the illusory ego. The striving ends, in a sense. There's another flow to it because it enables one to "be that" in this moment rather than the ego "becoming something" in the future. I am instead "a becoming", in this moment.