Heading into the fourth night of relentless pain, I reflect on my up-and-down reactivity. I find myself shifting from I’ve had enough, to Why can’t this be fixed, to so this is what it means getting old and decrepit, to I’m bored with this malady, to … any number of combinations, one morphing into the next, each lasting only as long as I feed them with attentive energy.
The most intriguing observation is of a fleeting state in which my mind views things impartially, beyond body and ego. Such moments of detachment are marked by sober observation, without complaint or judgments. Ken Wilber names this observing consciousness Witness, a state not attached to the objects that pass in and out of awareness.
source: Wilber, K. (1999). One taste: the journals of Ken Wilber. Boston: Shambala, pp. 533-536.