The basic repertoire of will and feeling belong to life and not to mind which arises only subsequently as a refinement of the processes developed out of it. The character of mind, expressed in thought of various degrees of reflexivity, is out of keeping with the decorum of biological processes, it is their overweening spoiled child and quick to assume that not only are they fulfilled in it, but that it was they that arose from it, and that they are merely projections of its temporary deficiencies in self-transparency. This observation has led some to develop a deflating reduction of the conceits of thought back to biology, a process that is carried out as a refinement of thought and a surreptitious further inflation of its self-conceit, rather than as a return to biology, which is impossible in any case. Once thought arises the subject is well and truly trapped in it, and it is only to be expected that thought would regard the subject, the first and ultimate thinker as it were, as another of its own productions. The sense of self is indeed a product of the restless churning of mind - if it devours everything then why not itself - so that the inferred point from which all this is known, the upstream vanishing point of consciousness, the pure here, seems, admittedly an elusive light flickering at the fringe of attention, to be nonetheless fully at home in mind. The privilege of mind in relation to self, whatever form it takes, is the basic error leading to whole worlds of tail-chasing, in every sense.