Whatever this process is it is not inside thought, but thought and its thinker are inside of it. Thought, however, cannot keep from modelling it because thought operates via subjectivisation, turning experience into the experience of a someone, never seen but always present, in a private objective world. And that someone is no mere observer of its own identifications, it suffers and exults and suffers again as the turbulent systems of reality and hope on which it depends clash with each other as they seek to maintain their own equilibrium in responding to ever changing conditions. These systems are not itself but its identification and for aeons it knows nothing else. To fall right into it, to experience it up close and messy, its immense appetite and law-like inescapability, the bad faith of all imaginary transcendence, is to go on and on until belief starts to be exhausted.