It is not right to say that experience has many layers since there is no unity we can call experience in all of this. It would be better, if not so inelegant, to say that experience is a sort of mirage that arises over a multi-layered process; the layers thus have experience as their contingent, incidental and emergent prior. To speak of layers is to refer to the logic of contexts which are correlatives of attention. These can be narrow or broad, endlessly coloured and variegated by moods, and can bear relations of containment or alternation to each other. Each context is a base to its content, but in sum they are inherently unstable since it needs an imagined context of contexts to make them appear otherwise. If there is any content underneath all of this it would be largely made up of bodily feeling, but to speak of context almost rules this out since it means that a reflection or thought of a content is already content to another reflection or thought. If bodily feeling is mediated and allegorised as endless stories in our name it is only because the effects are reversible and the stories, striving in their ecologies of belief, reach straight into bodily feeling as if all the intervening layers were nothing at all. This was a musical way of understanding his reality and it explained the peculiar dependencies which meant that one word could have the power to throw him into, or out of, a state of harmony.