Somewhere within the space of moments, perhaps during some mundane duty, you notice this of thought, with an insight that garners trepidation or joy: thinking comes out of nowhere, rising like a bubble in water, breaks the surface of your consciousness. You step out of yourself and watch this thing happening in yourself, this thought coming.
What is it?
Where did it come from?
From there it’s difficult to view the Self as a construction in the sense of a definitive structure, of possessing certain qualities and features. What you glimpse, is formless, like the quantum state of an atom. Existence is a constant barrage of these bubbles, thought shapes breaking surface: an agitated body of water, like that in a hot kettle. By noticing each thought, nursing its passage through the corporeal body, perhaps the waters will settle.