Consciousness cannot be understood as content, it can't be a that which is programmed to take some shape or have some necessary tendency or internal idea, can't be a thing of that kind. It can only be pure freedom from all content. This is the only thing you can be sure of about consciousness and yet everything screams just the opposite, everything equates it content and endlessly spins stories of how it arises from content, from elaborated objectivities. If it were possible to succumb to such a belief you would succumb to such a belief, because only in such a belief is there an entity to whom it could happen. But surely consciousness has contents, this ever-flowing stream of experience? Don't presume that such content is self-evident, that you know what it is or how it comes to appear. That's just what needs looking into. Is consciousness bound, is it the witness of something that is not itself? How could such disparate realities ever come together?