Consciousness doesn’t have a mum and dad. It wasn’t born. It doesn’t die.
If it has a form, the first thing we do is name it. But what about the formless—consciousness, psyche, empty space? Surely this warrants a more serious and nuanced response than “Keith.”
There is a statistical likelihood that my heart will beat 2.5 billion times before it stops. Now obviously I am not beating my own heart. Nor am I performing any other of the body’s myriad functions. So who is the actor?