To know how it is, or for the mind to have stood there, to have placed its footprints on this piece of country, so that the mental gyrations of the knower are just vagaries of the wilful subject. He felt the falseness of his citizenship in the world dedicated to knowing, to the great knowing project, when he belonged to the greater commonality, the largest and least distinguished tribe, the world of willing and feeling. Truth was cold and he was burning, and all he knew was the politics of warmth. To will, or in its primitive form, to want, was the first experience. Out of the background of wanting without any object or agency the formations of body and mind begin to crystallise, one seizes upon breathing before there is a one. It develops with great vehemence but without any choice and by the time it glimmers consciously it is already the proof of an 'I', its need and fantasm of proof. To be a creature of will is to aspire to impose ones unprecedented recognition on a prior world, it is to be an imposter in paradise, to thrust oneself forward and compel recognition. This is the fundamental carnivorousness of the will, to extract energy and life from what was already energy and life and complete without one; and again to yield up that life, or some of it, with the appropriate grimaces or smiles in accordance with the rules of exchange that you have embraced. All of this lay crudely exposed a little way beneath the surface, and it was not denial or repression which transformed it into the respectable narratives of motives and objects and relations which was the equal currency of inner and outer worlds, but its finer development, the stabilisation and interference of rays of intention which had barely diverged from their common origin.