Thoughts are rather like birds chirping, the wind blowing, clouds floating by or waves crashing onto a beach in that they are not the one who is listening to it.

I experience all these things. But without the experienced, could there be an experiencer?

So, the experiencer is the experienced.

Therefore I am thought, I am the birds chirping, I am the wind blowing, I am the clouds floating by and I am the waves crashing onto a beach.

I listen, and I am listened to.

Also I find there's a parallel between breath and thought. I can control my breath. I can control my thought. Yet, if I elect not to, they keep on without my conscious effort. I can simply observe it in a detached manner. Of course, I rarely experience mind chatter any longer.

There's usually just silence.