Where is the you that looks out at the world? Behind the eyes? In some dark spot near the front of the skull? A little person peeking out? At the place where all the senses meet? The opposite end and nexus of the fingertips, nose, tongue, ears, eyes, skin? Is it an echo? “Me…me…me….” A re-appearing tag attached to so many fast-moving thoughts and feelings and sensations that the tag seems permanent? Thought-me. Touch-me. Emotion-me. A mental reaction so automatic it’s almost invisible? Is there a you that exists independent of these passing sensations? When you aren’t thinking about you, where are you? Are you there between thoughts? Are you there in deep sleep? Do you stop and start again? Can you stop now?