life of me

I was laying on the floor the other night and telling myself: wow this is almost as if I was already dead. Nobody sees me, I have no thoughts in my mind at the moment, I am just quietly observing the ceiling without taking part in any social life or imaginary future or past. 

So I asked myself: when I die, what will be left? The body will still be laying here on the floor but the consciousnes will not be present in it anymore. 

However the scientists don't know where did consciousnes come from and I don't know what my self is. It is certainly not my name or any object that is appearing in the mind but the fact that the mind cannot grasp the self doesn't mean it doesn't exist. 

Now, there are thinkers that will say that everything around us is consciousnes. Our body consists of many bacteria in our stomach that keeps us alive and living cells. It is like a giant compurer or life factory and with some of the organs mising we would die, therefore these parts are esential to our life even though we would still not call any of these cells or organs "me", we call them "mine".

Now, what is the self? What is the me? What is consciousnes? And where does it all go with death?

I followed what I saw at the moment. And even if I asked others, if that was there, who can guarantee to me that we are talking about the same thing. 

The city and its sounds fall on me like a wave. Thousands of lights and words, cars and trains...