You might seem to be thinking or writing or reading about something, but this is not the case. It is the very thing, and the about just dangles in empty space like a torn-off cable, maybe raining sparks... How could you possibly be interested in your mind, in any mind at all? How many minds do you have, how many are there? Don't start with one, two, three... Here the count begins at zero, the big empty hoop of an 'O', where that collapses into this, and this collapses into that, deviously, obviously!, and then look to see if you can take a single step beyond.