finding no "I"

Fingers move. Thoughts appear. Decisions happen. Joy rises. Anger rises. Fear rises. And none of it belongs to anyone. Even the sense “I am reading this” is just another appearance another movement with no owner behind it. Life is not waiting for recognition. It is not incomplete without insight. It never needed a self to begin and it will not acquire one later. This is the first pointing. Nothing more is required. Nothing is missing. Nothing stands apart. Life is happening. And there is no one it is happening to.

from the book looking where the "I" should be and finding nothing at all.