This thing is going on unqualified and unexpressive, without ideas or judgments, without any content because undifferentiated, and yet somehow there seems to be a very particular predicament. How does the predicament get attached to this other? You have to make an effort to put the situation together, to build it, and when you do so you are doing it blindly, none of the concepts it is made of are self-evident, all of them simply refer to other concepts, and back and back into nowhere. Blindly but not freely: you think that what is not free must be real just because of that obduracy, that fascination, but it could be real only in relation to the free as the basis for that reality, as what experiences and verifies the absence of freedom. But by the same token what is free cannot be known in experience. Only what is immediate is true, but nothing is immediate.