There is a tremendous amount of silent intelligence in your embodiment that provides the precondition, or the setting, for this individual mind to occur. The disproportion between the two could not be greater. All the ingenuity and cunning that goes into a functioning brain whose conscious purposes are picayune and generally quite foolish. In the same way, transposed to the limited field of consciousness the senior awareness or pure witnessing is sacrificing itself to establish the erratic domain of a personal awareness that is vastly inferior to it. What is it about this desire wracked subject that makes it seem worthwhile? If it is a matter of living vicariously through the petty dramas and repetition compulsions of a will that cannot even constitute a self, or self-like centre, that cannot endure for more than a moment or two, it seems a pretty bad deal. If it is waiting for one of these selves to wake up to its true condition it probably has a pretty long wait ahead of it. Doubtless it doesn't much care about individual instances but just squanders a myriad of random assemblages and trusts to the laws of probability or the occasional breakthrough, somewhere, some time, some body.