It is only with difficulty and little success that attention can take in the phenomenon, which is always integral and simple in the sense of lacking any intrinsic lines of fracture. The phenomenon always escapes attention which after all only emerges from it as an initially trivial supplement, but in the course of a life being lived this relationship, this striving for mutual absorption, seems to have degrees which are felt as conditions of the body, both of one's own body and of body in general. One may try to seize hold of what is happening but encounter only a twisting and turning, a muted violence in a muddy and confused space. The phenomenon marks no separation between inner and outer, between the body and the worlds of senses, attention slips along category-defying lines of effective but not rule-bound causation. Things heard and seen are known inside the dark heat of the body and visceral sensations are shaped as gestures in objective time and space, which in turn evoke memories and re-figure feelings as objects in dream-like presentations. A seeming harmony separates into dissonance which merges again into a silent booming inside a massive head, pulsing with blood and breath, absolutely alive to no end.