It is no less mind because there is a voice reporting it as if it were merely undergone, no less a mind because of a pervasive, but ephemeral, discontent that drives the kind of reflection called spiritual, that produces figures of the thinker. Mind is not just the thinking part of appearance but all of appearance. It is the being known, the exposure, and an irrepressible supplement, a kind of excess of capability that looks for ways to be consumed. And better to let it be consumed than to pretend to a critique of life in the name of some god or other; better just to see, seeing without a seer, which is what it is anyway, has always been, could never not be, beneath all the fun and games.