You seek the end of seeking, but the end of seeking is only worth seeking if you are still seeking; if it were attained it would cease to be attainable. Everything in you that seeks views the end of seeking as the greatest possible catastrophe. But seeking is another name for experience, one which puts all emphasis on the fact that experience is never adequate to itself. This inadequacy can appear as an insistence on the inescapable dimension of self-transcendence, but only to one integrated enough for this notion to arise. It can just as well, and more easily, appear as pain, or the force of a gravity that denies even where you find yourself as if it were a already a false transcendence. Say that as long as there is experience there is a circular process in act, and you find yourself labouring in one of its channels, going up or going down, pitting your being into the fray beyond finite intention. To emerge from this it is not enough to identify with a favoured direction but only with the entire movement, which is precisely what can never be chosen.