There is what is seen.
There is the one who sees. It is apart from thought.
Then there is the content of consciousness - all the thoughts that make up identity. The story that is being constantly told. The meaning that is being constantly made about everything that is seen. That is the content.
The trouble is when the one who sees gets identified with the content.
It is a paradox. In reality, the one who sees is never touched by thought. It has no memory, no past. It is always fresh and new. It lives in the moment.
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