The Supreme Observer

Sometimes I take a break from reading my book by sitting down on a black steel bench in front of the library and observing the passers-by and those who are standing under the green trees. On a few occasions, it so happens that the people whom I am observing are themselves observing other people. Once when I was observing a young man observing an old beggar trying to light a cigarette, it so happened that I looked up and saw an old woman observing me. So this is what she was observing : she was observing me as I was observing another man observing another man ...

But what if someone else was observing her too?

(According to Vedanta, of course, there is the omnipresent Great Atman silently observing all of us. Me too, even as I am typing this post. I am already beginning to feel a bit spooky.)

(And yes, you too will be observed if you try to comment on this post.)