Awakening is not the end result of any pathway of thought, or of the sort of disjointed inquiries engaged in here. The embodied, experiencing subject can bend and twist in far more ways than a mind ever dreamed of without abolishing itself. And if it could, or would seem to, then it would be making an experience out of its abolition as experience. Even looking aside at such a non-event, treating it as a possibility, is misdirected, and yet in the treatment of experience as experience a sort of blank inevitably arises. It strikes itself dumb and is halted for a moment, baulked, before deciding that meeting this impasse has really been most interesting... However subtle the aesthetic may become it is matter of a doing, an effort, an event in the energetic economy, participating in cycles, in risings up and fallings down, a structuring of time and space and any other contributing dimensions. An axiom of awakening, or one of its paradoxes, is that it is equidistant from all states of consciousness. And further that distance has no meaning, as if it were a further dimension, decidedly non-contributing.