It’s just so strange. I’m talking to myself talking to myself talking to myself.
Then, there you sit, reading to yourself reading yourself talking to myself talking to myself.
Consciousness turned in on itself is like trying to put out fire with fire.
That is the art of no-consciousness. Consciousness is simply the fire.
How does one go beyond the feeling there is nothing outside feeling,
that is to say, nothing beyond Me?
Why is it insisted upon Awakening was ever the point?
The point was to forget – to forget!
Death is mercy, we say.
But oh what happens when you know Death itself is dead.
Because there is noone to die.
And there never was a You alive.
Suicide is ridiculous, here.
There is no suicide.
There is no death.
There is no life.
But there is
this waving,
this eyeing,
this I’ing.
Goddamnit I AM the Stream!

So are you expressing a materialistic (ontological, not ethical) point of view, right?
Consciousness is but an illusion, the whole existence is just stuff mechanically moving.
We don't really think, feel or speak. It's just particles changing places.

I had such point of view too once, but now I tend to doubt also this ideology.
Just try to think this: when you feel happy you can relate that state of being to a, ideally, precise amount of neurochemicals in your brain. Btw, I don't think you watch a list of those chemicals scrolling in front of you. You experience "happiness".
Therefore there are two interpretations: the "what chemicals are there" and the "what I feel".
Since they're two appearently valid interpretetions of a phenomenon we assume to be real they are both something, but they are. Therefore the feeling is something. But it's not material.

I mean, I know things could be seen in a slightly different perspective and so we could come back to materialism, but to me it seems counter-evidence.