I Am. I Am. I Am. And so on…. Now, now, now …
I am conscious… I am conscious… I am conscious…
My consciousness is like this gif, made from a self-portrait scratched on a shard of slate.
Except my consciousness doesn’t repeat itself, being forever new.
I don’t believe I am different from you, if the contents of consciousness are deleted. Try it.
Select all. Delete.
All that’s left now is Consciousness Itself. Ah! Peace!
… … … Okay, you can go back to normal now.