My favourite is the piece by Donald F Hoffman:
I believe that consciousness and its contents are all that exists. Spacetime, matter, and fields never were the fundamental denizens of the universe but have always been among the humbler contents of consciousness, dependent on it for their very being.
The world of our daily experience - the world of tables, chairs, stars, and people, with their attendant shapes, smells, feels, and sounds - is a species-specific user interface between ourselves and a realm far more complex, whose essential character is conscious.
It is unlikely that the contents of our interface in any way resemble that realm; indeed, the usefulness of an interface requires, in general, that they do not. ...
Hoffman goes on to elaborate these initial claims, and to me they seem intuitively and almost self-evidently correct (a big second step, but that is how it seems to me). The implication is that, as he suggests: "What we lose in this process are physical objects that exist independent of any observer. there is no sun or moon, unless a conscious mind observes them; both are constructs of consciousness, icons in a species-specific user interface." Most of this isn't particularly new to me - Husserl led me down this particular phenomenological garden path years ago. But the metaphor (which is actually quite literal) of the interface is new, and it's most apt.