Does this moment have assumptions? Of course. Then how to find them? But oughtn't you first to ask why, why bother to look for them? If this were resting on something in order to be kept safe from something else, then one might begin. An anxious beginning, but as least a place to start. That means that it locates itself in time, it recognises a sort of immanent succession that rather resembles causality: this moment being the efficient and substantial cause of the next one. So there is a past and a future, and the possibility of being mistaken, of being deceived, of deceiving oneself. And in this way there is a narrative in which this "one" is found, a narrative that stretches like a net over the whole show, providing a surface, and a set of coordinates, on which the features can be mapped to form a life-story. And so there is a reader of that story, who must be equally present to all the parts of it, a watcher outside of time, a "who", who gives meaning to the present moment as an instant in time, gives it presence, unites the music with a feeling in the belly, with the pressure of the chair, the view through the window, the glass of water, the position of the sun, the smell and taste of the day, the relationships of the fleeting with memory and expectation. And the feeling that something is missing from all of this delicious fulness, that the assumptions have not yet been perfectly grasped...