What do I add up to? Again, the answer is that I’m what I coincide with, what I’m not parted from in any way. I’m everything that’s clearly presented (verb. sap.) right here and now, and not absent by a hair’s breadth or an instant. If, when I’m looking at you, absolutely nothing comes between you and me, if no interval of space or time separates us, then you are myself. And if, to clinch the deal, I can find nothing of my own here to put up to you or to put up against you, no contribution to make or influence to exert, why then your invasion is complete, and you are doubly, trebly, infinitely me!

Directly I look at you, at anything at all, I see that these conditions are satisfied. No distance comes between that star and me, that mountain and me, you and me: however hard and long I stare, I can make out no interval. All those frustrating light-years and miles and inches and millionths of an inch are in this direction quite imaginary: every measuring rod stretching between me and these my objects lies end-on and reduces to a point. It isn’t that the star is hard up against me or superimposed upon me: there is no eye here to bump into or face to brush against. These stars and clouds and mountains and men are marvellously suspended right here without anything to hold them in place or to contain them. They are present without addition or subtraction, for I see that there is nothing whatever this side of their coloured surfaces. I am these things because I am No-thing, at no distance from them.
I, 1st person, am all things but myself; he, 3rd person, is nothing but himself—if that. For each limb and feature is visibly remote from every other; nowhere in him can I find self-coincidence; all is scattered and exploded. His hand is further from his head than the remotest star is from my no-head. Thus my universe-body (I have no other) is much more intimately mine than his little human body is his. Distant in every part from himself, he isn’t really himself. Coinciding in every part with me, he is me. So total is the difference between the lst person and the third.

From The Face Game by Douglas Harding, page 217.