Whatever appears is exposed, and to be exposed is to be evident. The notion of truth is rooted in evidence and is not that makeshift distillation of advantageous beliefs which is taken to be true. True belief leans on truth. Appearance is in the present moment, the point present - this may seem doubtful since the things that are closest to us are lived in duration, but it only takes a single flashed image of say, a dog I've known, to bring the entire animal before me. What is familiar is known in an instant, and the instant is certain, unlike the next or the preceding one. I know myself in the same way, all that temporalisation is folded into the capsule of the instant like the ribbon of DNA in a cell, and its genesis is recapitulated, reanimated in detail, and slowly because in equally folded time. In the fringe of each perception my entire life is lived over, I gaze at you out of the past and out of the future too. It is not a history because it is not summarised, not symbolised or represented, it is the time itself, incompressible content. But I am aware of more than just the life there on the fringe of the living moment, but of the structure in which it is held, the horizon of the horizon, and this is the closest I come to knowing what I am.