At the heart of the mind there is a singularity. I call it the self, but perhaps even selfness is an abstraction from it. If you strip away all of the layers of what we call the self: all memory, all reason, all emotion, you are left with this singularity. It is a singularity that is indivisible yet unidentifiable and indistinguishable from any other such entity. When you strip the flesh of self away, you are left with an indistinct eye that can never be destroyed; always experiencing but never being.