Science

Whether cruising the Broadways of the corpus callosum, or getting stuck in the forgotten lanes of lost memories, the conscious-beingness of the driver of the car, is the one who knows. And as consciousness is unchanged since birth.

Desires change, happiness comes and goes, the body changes, the mind certainly does.
Kids take the back seat, back seat-riders take shot gun; the passenger becomes the driver. The driver returns to the back .
Through it all only one constant conscious being has been in the auto-driver's seat.

The brain is just buttons and gears and file-cabinet storage, projector-movie-screen, bodily self-defense system: Hot-ouch!

Open my eyes and I see a rose. Electrify my brain there and I see a rose (sin ojos).
Close my eyes and I see a dream rose.
Who is the one seeing the objects of mind and memory?