You are made out of consciousness like a tree is made out of wood. Or is it that wood is made out of a tree, consciousness is made out of you, plus a few additives so that it stays fresh. Consciousness has no form, no identity and no centre; these are all things that you have projected onto it, requirements for tree-being, upright in gravity, desiring persistence. Take these away and consciousness doesn't miss them, or even notice that they're gone. The body is great and full of surprises, consciousness acknowledges this but so what? You think it has a centre, that it has big questions, but these are all things you've put there, bibelots, decorations, lares and penates, nothing at all. But if you're not consciousness, then who are you? Guess.