Thoughts, feelings, images, perceptions, memories, all of these are are names which attempt to differentiate the various intentional instances of experience, they are all movements, even when they produce no other change than a certain re-weighting of alternatives, a flicker in intent, the most elementary sign of life as already answerable. (To what, to whom?) They are all directed predispositions to actions, to minute changes of state issuing out of a generalised and virtual self-reference. They direct attention towards some further point, some adjacency of the current point, which is the inversely determined place in which the intentions are lodged as indifferent possibilities. So, in this simplistic view of what is going on, moment to moment, there is a differentiation of spaces, a space into which and a space from which. As long as these are viewed under the aspect of pure experience they can mean nothing more than themselves, their meaning is entirely exhausted by their being, they are utter transparency. It is only when another frame of objective meaning is placed over them, when they have to answer to possible responses and consequences, that they become opaque as representing approaches to an alienating certainty. If the field before you is small and limited the field behind you, the bulk of latent meanings you carry along is what stops you from passing through the needle's eye.