There’s just a bunch of chemicals and memories and habits jumping around when consciousness suddenly comes alive. The feeling that there’s someone there doing all this is just a part of the chemicals and the severity of the ownership and the concomitant fears etc are also a random appearance of the intensity of those chemicals. Every night the me sense and all the drama rests and there’s no one left as such. The chemical phantom me seems to constantly wait and want all sorts of things. Including wanting something called enlightenment for itself. But it’s not there as such to get anything or lose anything. Before the age of 3 the chemicals and memory circuits do not even function enough to make a solid me sense. The same happens in old age. For a little fictitious so called time, the me is conjured neatly by the imagination capacity of consciousness….there’s no one really ever here in a solid continuous way and there’s nothing really right or wrong ever although it may well appear to be so for a limited period of so called time….The same imagination capacity continues on in other brains and instruments eternally…there’s really nothing to fix or change truly and seeing this does bring some relief from the tyranny of Me…