In my view, believing that the left-brain interpreter is “you” is akin to looking at the night sky and believing the constellation Orion is really out there as an entity, rather than a group of stars seen from a particular angle, which the mind has made into a pattern and labeled. While it may initially sound a little depressing to know that nothing is real in the way we might think it is, you may find a sense of relief in this—like putting down a heavy sack you've been taught to carry your whole life.
