If you think about consciousness you think about something, some thing that is always about something, even itself. However close a view you take of it it always has an object and even if the object is barely a thing it is in the overlap between idea and feeling, between concept and percept. As for the subject of consciousness there is not even such clarity. You cannot directly connect consciousness with that congeries of notions and events that you take for yourself, so you are tempted to think of a chimerical impersonal consciousness, a web of 'prehensions' that factitiously acquires the idea of a self, that allows itself to be seduced by an 'I-thought'. Imagine this swarm of elemental consciousness arising like a miasma from out of the unfolding of cosmic law - take it as far as you can and it only begs the question - in so far as it means consciousness it is already your consciousness. You are inescapable, are everywhere but in that congeries of notions and events, that fading thought. Consciousness is I more radically than any self, than anything known or knowable.