The perspective of the self - if this term could be used for that inversion of appearance in which what seemed to be law and hence the very frame of objectivity (as time, space and causality) is seen to be the living and freely determined heart of reality, the misunderstood truth behind subjectivity, and what seemed the subjective fringes, the qualia of enjoying qualia, are seen to be floating ideas without any thinker - is latent but never entirely inaccessible, since it contributes an element of transcendence to all judgements. You have definite preferences, but you also 'know' in a mostly disengaged and taboo recognition, that all preferences and prejudices are so much noise: time is not the moment, there is no separation, the agent and the sufferer of action are one. Without the contribution of this perspective ethical maxims would have no injunctive force, but in itself it consitutes ultimate disinterest, or otherwise expressed, detachment. The ethical is thus unstably located between two indifferences, that of acknowledging nothing and that of recognising everything. There is no use in denying that that is where you dwell, you can't think yourself to either shore, but you can see the fluid nature of it, its abundance of ironies. You must swim, but you can swim against the current, if only to pretty much stay in one place.