I noticed that I could feel my arm and let that feeling be itself, without me somehow.  It made me laugh.  Everything is as it is and if we leave everything alone, there is only what is and no observer is needed.  It seems that there is no suffering then, even in great pain, as the pain has no receptacle, nowhere to go, no one to hurt.  This makes me want to laugh too.  It’s like letting everything go, to cease ownership or possession.  What disappears was never really there.  Self is more like an assumption or presumed solution based on a question asked while in a fog.