The mysterious nature of sensory experience makes it seem at times like a series of signals or messages which pass through presence. Where do these messages originate and where do they go? Why is there such a peculiar freedom in dreams? At times the density and inescapability of the selfed world is uppermost. It is a recurrence, but why and for whom? The world becomes actual in a characteristic form of memory-mediated recurrence. Things cannot be repeated exactly, but they come with variations which in turn evoke earlier memories - another kind of consciousness is glimpsed, one that operates through time and not on its surface.