A morning, like many other mornings, with consciousness coming slowly. Pressure. Texture. Light. Lying in place for a while, turning over, getting up.
What just happened ?
Getting up happened.
With no conscious decision to do so.
No thought involved nor required.
Just the body.
On its own.
How could that happen ?
Perhaps something was missed ? Will look more carefully tomorrow.
Next day, it happened again.
And the next day.
And the next.
Never again did the little self ever take credit for getting up in the morning.
And the domain of the self shrank by a little bit.
So…if the self did not get the body up in the morning,
what other activities did it falsely take credit for ?
Driving a car.
Those little wheel adjustments every few seconds to keep the car in the lane,
all done without a single thought interfering.
With each noticing, the self retreated further and further.
At this point, the question was “What, if anything, does the self still seem to do? ”
The domain of the little self had shrunk severely.
The last bastion of the “I” remained hidden in thoughts alone;
the only place it ever was.