A taste of life (the search for the self continues)

That's the one. No-one else, just you, but can you find it? If it has the quality of continuance then, and we might as a shorthand reference call that the "continuing self", then it is not the stream of thoughts that pass across the screenplay of your mind, not those bubbling emotions that arise and subside, nor even the food that becomes your body. The continuing self is something else.
One way to look at it, not that you can actually look at it, is to notice that the seer is not the seenery (sic), in others words, you are not that which you see, or for that matter taste, smell or whatever, so perhaps you are the taster. But what is the taster? On closer inspection there is just the practice of tasting, an associated sensation and perhaps a thought like "That tastes OK". And then it passes, but what of the you that remains?
Suppose you can see the seer doing the seeing. Now that quality of seeing has dropped into the seenery too. And what is left? Nothing, and now you are getting close.