Your being conscious relies on the body which accompanies it and defines its contents and limitations, its participation and scope, and the body is a thing in the world, albeit a special kind of thing, an object in addition to being a subject, subjecting and subjected, and so you think of the consciousness which is the constant event, the pure act of the appearing of everything as somehow an analogue of the body, a particular centre and a subject within that you call for brevity a person, a mask and pretext for the experiencing I. This is a too hasty assumption since as the appearing of location consciousness can have no location, as what makes particularity possible can have no particularity. And so you conceal its dirty little secret, that it doesn't exist and isn't anywhere, that it has no character, no centre, and knows no limitation and is a quite other order of reality than anything conceivably real. Put simply, what is looking can never be found and not because it is missing, but just the opposite.