Awareness is mostly absorbed in the outermost layer of mind, the actual. Of the inner layers which drive it you cannot say that they are conscious nor that they are unconscious but are as if always a striving to become conscious, to awaken. The deepest layers are intimations of being and somewhere in the passage between is where you place yourself as a sort of persistent hindrance to the flow of simple creation, as a disharmony, a resistance that nonetheless insists on being resolved, a someone and a no one.