The self cannot be seated in the spiritual realm, and it cannot be located on any contiguous dimension in the physical realm. The self is a thing that in its very "thing-ness" is a degradation of its ineffable origin, and also it is a perversion of any confrontation with the universe, which for the purposes of the self's "thing-ness" must be a universe divided into that which is within the self, and that which is without.
Chiefly, the self is a locus of desire, an amorphous cloud of desire permeated by an infinitude of permeable and endlessly permeated miasmas--miasmas of what can be imagined and what is unimaginable. The self's greatest desire is to wince away from consideration of itself as--unfathomably--either an entity possessing and expressing appetites, or an indescribable non-entity generated by imposed appetites.
It is upon the matter of desire that the conjured existence of the self is of most relevance to the Scriptures and to Jesus. The self generates a futile, frantic whorl of transient reflections within which it resides and by which it defines itself--there is that which is within, and also that which is without, the self. This self-devised separation, this threshold, is that upon which crouches the sin-demon of Genesis.
The sin-demon of Genesis is the self's own creation, and the self by its own possession and own expression is that very demon itself.
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