Who am I?

For much of the night I was awake, and trying to figure out why heart fullness wasn't imbued in my consciousness.

I kept looking at the clock, and tossing and turning because my back ached. What kind of work is this? This is the price to pay for believing that realization can come quickly. Who was thinking that anyway? Was it me, or non-me? I feel like the thinker, and that means failure. Since I'm failing, I must be doing something wrong. That makes me the doer. But I know I'm not the doer, because my true nature is still so has nothing to do. So who am I?
There's that question again. I always pass over it because it seems so banal. Every teacher, and every teacher's teacher has asked it and there are whole books about it. Who am I? C'mon, let's get to the advanced stuff; where's the beef? I've known the answer to that since 1999.  Now I'm ruminating, and there's no doubt that it's me the doer who ruminates.

Always there is yapping in spiritual circles about being honest. Are fully realized teachers really honest, to the point that they might make people uncomfortable? Perhaps many teachers have figured out how to share the truth in ways that are cozy, comfortable, and non-offensive. Some don't mind shouting obscenities, but even then there are students who find that comforting. Go see Paul!
So, who is it that decides students should be cozy and comfortable? If I go to satsangs and gatherings, and start asking, I can imagine it might go like this:

Me: I appreciate the "who am I" question. Would you please give the answer to "who are you?"
Teacher: I am no different than you. The question goes back to "who am I?"
Me: I would like to know that you are vulnerable enough to answer the question directly.
Teacher: I am nothing, yet I am everything. And I am neither. What appears to you is illusion.
Me: When you tell us to ask "who am I," who is it that is telling us?
Teacher: It is the answer to the question. That is who tells you.
Me: What is the answer to the question?
Teacher: It is inside you. It is who you really are, beyond words and anything touched by the mind.

Me: Ok, I hear your words. Where are they coming from?
Teacher: They come from consciousness, the mind, and a mouth, but not from who I really am.
Me: We can play this game all day! Can I ask the real question, the one that every student-seeker wants to know?
Teacher: Ask anything you wish. (Until now, everyone is in the comfort zone).
Me: We who want the freedom of awakening need you to point out precisely where or how it is that we create a boundary between the sense of separation, and the full awareness of our true nature.
Teacher: That is the play of illusion. You are not that, you never were separate, and you are free in this moment to have the direct experience of who you really are.
Me: Thank you for repeating what I've heard in a hundred teachings and read in 50 books. I must conclude that you are unable or unwilling to describe that point at which we must turn away from our sense of self to that which is beyond the grasp of the mind. You have not given us a key to unlock this shift of perceptual awareness.
Teacher: Well, _________ (Can you fill in this blank? I think I can...)