Imagine consciousness as space. But the space is full of stuff, larvae which are no different in themselves than the space that contains them. As space consciousness is isotropic and is neither filled not empty; that depends on how it arranges its illumination, its mirroring, attention being only one way among others. Dreamless sleep is the most consistent, dream another, a completely different mode of self-appearing. Every creature that lives by attention needs to sleep; attention is a violent exploitation of consciousness, a cruel way of exploiting it. All of the violence of millions of years of evolution is contained in it. Subject and object are consequences of attention, and the belief that they are fundamentally different, and that subject is better. You imagine consciousness as a landscape of phenomenality, but it is made of the same stuff that extrudes a subject, if squeezed in the right way.