All of these people walking around and when I look into their eyes it appears that they unthinkingly take me for one of them. But I am sharply distinguished from them all, being the only one with consciousness, the only one without a body, or rather with this peculiar open headless half body and compacted sentience, the sole subject. Yes, of course you can say exactly the same thing, but that's as far as it goes. There is no common world, only certain functional overlaps, or better, interlaps, between our apparent actions, our puppet worlds. That's what makes it so inexhaustibly strange, that we can play these worlds together in a dizzying set of mutual acknowledgments without ever bringing them into direct contact. Again, and paradoxically, this is the same as the realisation that that the oneness of the 'I' is absolute, as revealed as much in my own deepest experience of myself as in our deepest experience of togetherness. 'I' is the deepest life in this and is expressed in experience of body and mind, and the inside experience of this body and mind here can never be the same as the inside experience of this body and mind there, and that is exactly what experience does, the same 'I' behind this witness wherever it finds itself. I am not my experience but experience is nothing without me, and experience is divided within itself into myriad leaves including each headless subject dreaming its world. The same 'I', but I don't experience what you are experiencing in the division of experience, and nothing fills the gaps, there is no common witness outside of us both precisely because we are each what we appear to be to Me.