Yeah, I also say nobody's running the show, which explains a lot of things about why the show turns out the way it does.
We often talk about Awareness as being unconcerned, unmoved, undisturbed, unchanging, and that's because we're referring to the intelligence out of which all thought originates and such things are only found in thought. There really isn't anything spiritual or mystical about this. Non-thinking intelligence is the source of thought. Non-temporal, non-spatial intelligence is the source of the conceptualization of time/space. And I AM that intelligence.
However, this intelligence is also the experiencer of that which it sources, (since the creation can't be an experiencer) and so there is an intelligent response to all forms of perception. There's no difference between that which intelligence sources, and that which it experiences. (Creation and perception are the same) As intelligence 'touches', or engages with, it's own creation of thought, there is a movement within the thought consisting of desires, aversions, intentions, attachments, etc, and this determines how creation/perception unfolds.
So we can say that thoughts, mind, ego, persons, good, evil, everything IS God Godding, (intelligence/Awareness) but only when 'it' responds to it's own creation, which it can only do through the creation itself.
There's a subtlety here that is important and difficult to talk about. I (what I actually am) can only think or speak through my own creation, and am therefore limited by the context of boundaries defined by that creation. I step into my creation in order to relate, and I am then bound by the rules of that relating. Relating is, itself, a false bifurcation; a bounded and encased restriction; a carving out of my own spaciousness to form a separate structure through which relationship with myself can happen.This structure defines an egoic identity. It defines boundaries of language and concept, and since it is bounded, it defines the walls of my prison and the prison bars through which I reach out to myself; the tiny window through which I gaze as I dream the absurdity of transcending my own prison.
All of the movement and struggle I see is the attempt to escape my own prison, and yet I am the walls, and I am beyond the walls.