The notion of an witnessing subject, like that of a self engaged on a journey or an education or evolution, belongs to the projected hidden side of consciousness. Such notions require presencing being to be somehow thick, ethereally substantial like a soul or a 'shade'. But what if nothing of the sort is even possible, if the very nature of consciousness is so fine, so flat that it can bear no obverse, that it can be attached to no kind of substance? It's not that everything is obvious at a single glance but that such structure as consciousness can be made to yield is all and only presencing. This means that there is no beyond, no 'real' spatialisation or temporalisation, that all of consciousness is this presencing here and now, that fulfillment needs no perfecting, that there is nothing to seek, could never be or ever have been anything to seek. Isn't this much closer to how things are actually experienced, doesn't every transcendence melt away like a mirage under scrutiny? This is why there always seems something salutary in those deny the existence of consciousness at all, however misguided they might be in other ways. It's the subtle habits of its reification that must be seen through to deliver us to where we have always been.