It’s a constant battle between cogito ergo sum and esse est percipi.
A fleeting subjective experience in an ocean of possible experiences.
A complex interaction between your unique memories, your unique biological composition, your past and present environments, and the ongoing neurological processes that experience and interpret them.
It’s an illusion that there is a centre to consciousness. It’s a subjective feeling that you are located somewhere up there behind your face looking out into the world, authoring your thoughts and making decisions.
Everything is explained by one of our gods: https://neopythonic.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-explicit-self-has-to-stay.html
Oh it’s me. Hi, how’s it going?
The self is that which knows itself as it actually is.
