What is thought, what is perceived is nothing in itself, only the thinking, the perceiving, and you in the act of thinking, perceiving, are not what is, but the observing of it all. The reality is the observing in whatever is observed and anything that seems to bind the observing falls away, everything that might reflect it. It observes nothing but what makes it observe. It is one-sided to a degree that can't be believed. When it takes on colours you call it consciousness but it is colourless, is lightless, sightless without any structure at all. Being is its toy.