In the cascade of impressions and intentions, of captures and capitulations, that make up conscious living the subject's continuity is a speculation based on credit drawn from the dreamer. Multitudes of diverse layers simply coexist in the dreaming mind where they can interpenetrate and interweave their incommensurable temporalities, balancing accounts and throwing off dreams as a side-effect or diversion from the main work. Why is this often exhausting work required, to who's ultimate benefit is it carried out? It belongs to a process of life which is to the subject as the subject is to a fragment of thought, to a single idea. To ask what this thought is, what or who this 'I' is for which it appears, what this unbordered reflexivity means, is to again affirm a space tautly woven from tendons of dreaming and waking mind-stuff. Space and its categories is the master metaphor for every mode of self-forgetting.