Life can be seen as an act of research. While researching into the world, we start to configure who we are. Looking for someone else, discovering yourself in a unattainable search. Is it waste of time or is it life as normally life is supposed to be? An inner search hidden in the shape of an outer search, a search for the OTHER? If the OTHER does not exist, it does not matter, we must invent one to make sense of our own existence. I wonder whether consciousness is not more no less than the idea of an additional dimension of existence. It is me as I am (the inaccessible me) and me as I am perceived, acknowledged by others, which creates my own 'consciousness' of myself, as I am as an image that can be shaped and re-shaped.