Why is experiencing anything other than a description of the mind at work - not in the sense of an organ that excretes experiences (although such a notion, playing of reification, certainly plays a large role in contemporary culture), but that experience is just what such a level of information processing feels like, the feeling being internal to the self-organised processing? This is also a form of physicalist soft eliminationism that one comes across. This makes it difficult to define the boundary of consciousness in relation to the  aggregate of all other brain functions. There is an odd way in which despite its rather powerless and captive status in relation to such physical functioning, mental functioning seems to be structured entirely on behalf of consciousness. Consciousness may be a captive, but it is a captive prince, its servants admittedly do everything for it, but without it they would lose their raison d'être. It very worklessness underlines the way that consciousness is not there to serve the mind, but rather the other way around. It is with difficulty that we can imagine consciousness as a concomitant of mind, but the intuition that mind, and the entire objective field in which it is embedded is a degradation of consciousness, is startlingly clear. Everything fits inside of consciousness but consciousness is only illusorily inside anything else.