Am I the thinker or am I the thoughts themselves?  Is there a difference?

Sometimes it seems I am merely a spectator watching notions unravel.  As if neuro-chemistry or biological entropy generates concepts and I simply read them as they spool across the teleprompter of consciousness.

In further news: self examination of ones own quintessential being seems impossible.  To attempt to turn the critical eye upon itself is like trying to see ones own face without a mirror.

Extreme introspection is painfully frustrating.

Now here's Bob with the weather...