Who is looking through me?

For many many years, on many occasions, I would suddenly stop and ask myself, "Who is this person who is looking through me?" Someone is. Why were my eyes chosen by him? Why am I the person who is the funnel of existence?

I suddenly realised, like a book slowly flipping over with a thud, that I was asking the wrong question. I should have asked, "Why am I looking through this body?" The I-ness is with the experiencer, the liquid flowing through, not the body-mind funnel. The funnel then loses importance, becomes incidental, inconsequential, by the way. Consciousness starts glowing beyond the experience.

Dialogue

Life is an engagement between the senses and the intellect, between the edifice and the architect; a conversation between the executive and the legislature, the specific being and the universal being, between me and god. 

Everything that seems to happen is only the content of that conversation.