What you are as a distinct experiencing is elusive enough that it is easily mistaken for the correlate of a distinguished portion of pure subject - since only this non-dual subject seems to possess the metaphysical authority or standing to confer enduring particularity. Sure, it is said, the drop merges back into the ocean, but at the same time it magically retains its distinctness, as if it has only returned to its place in the chorus, from before creation. As against this, and acknowledging that it share with the subject a perfect and perhaps necessary impossibility of definition, it remains true that every distinction of the individual soul is fully effected within some kind of extended narrative; individuality is ultimately no more than the ability to possess a narrative, or more accurately a bundle of related and deeply intertwined narratives 'functorially' related on every possible level of experiencing consciousness. The notion of ultimately distinct essences brings to mind those fancy restaurants where the regular patrons each have their own personal bottle of cognac or armangnac which are kept in impressively locked cabinets to be brought forth on each visit by the respective customer. It is certainly an impressive sight and lends the privileged diners an hieratic status in the eyes of those lacking in such distinction. But of course it is pure performance and exists only for the sake of performance, and ultimately the bottles are each filled from barrels that are indifferent to their label and destination.