It was not rare to experience a moment of serene happiness at simply being where he found himself. This happiness contained a more or less latent reflection which framed his own being as the open space in which the ecstasy of the world's sheer visibility was enacted. Under it the status of subject was unembodied and spread out into what had a moment before seemed only the object, and so concomitantly what had previously stood for the subject, what had seemed the constant, or invariant term, now took on the qualities of an object. Now it was the world in its openness to be seen that was the truly unchanging pole. The world is the actuality of the availability to be seen, to be experienced, and we fail to recognise this as the subject, because we are filled with the thought of ourselves as the significant intersection point of all the different modalities of knowingness, as the witnessing of this presence which is its own witness. If the sensory modes are like the various colours of the light spectrum then the sense of being is like white light. It is invisible until it falls on something, and whatever that thing is it glows and seems as if it is the source of light when it is really just the place where the light has been stopped.