When you perceive some object, by sight, sound, taste, smell or touch and when again you think a thought, or think of the thinker, all of these actions are of a par, are experienced in the same way, as if by the same experiencer and never by each other. Your seeing is not mediated by thinking, nor your thinking by seeing, and the self you arrive at through thought is an object of thought and doesn't itself experience anything; it has no other role to play than as object of thought. So, while the mind thinks of itself in the image of a complexly hierarchical and mediated network, as if one mental moment could be the subject or experiencer of another mental moment, it is really all entirely flat, a two-dimensional field which reveals nothing about the experiencer who is never in the picture. This simplicity is obscured by the complexity of the mind's objectives, by its ability to generate new objects to fill every thought-born gap it can imagine. You enjoy being lost in the labyrinths of experience and your enjoyment is there in the same plane as what it enjoys - a delightful paradox that never ceases to fascinate.