The prevalence of spatial metaphors is aesthetically deplorable but might have certain advantages in emphasising the notion of degrees of freedom. It's not about space as such but the way that understanding operates with the remnants of an original freedom. If this freedom is indeed what we are, then it lends us an oddly original understanding via the modes of retained or remembered freedom; our objective grasp of things is also in some measure a knowledge through identification or recognition. This is what gives consciousness, which is only a mode of functioning of this body - forget body-mind, it's just body - its quality of aliveness, of being someone's consciousness - mine in fact, as I am a someone - what puts the fire into its convoluted system, or tangled topology, of intentions and purposes, and transforms them into desires. Consciousness appears to be the home of the self but in reality is the screen through which the self is reflected onto the world in highly attenuated form, indeed as form, or rather as principle, which includes and subsumes form. The more dense the consciousness is, the more assimilated it is to its world, the more it believes in the independent existence of forms and of itself, the less of the self shines in and through it.