Most of the time there is no thought of the self, but everything takes place under its vigilant protection, within its forum. At the slightest challenge it is ready to come out fighting. All of this is a construct, the most banal of constructs, and this can be seen with a seeing that cannot belong to the self. Where is that forum, that city of mind? Inside itself? Why must there be one at all? There is no trickery involved in this parallax, the self is not a magician that conjures the self. It is only a matter of looking aside.