If there is some interior act that brings you to assume the subjective position of this moment, breathing slowly and letting go of the lever, say, then in the next moment you find that it was only an idea you had of the subject, the idea of steering or of being the one who --, that the entire operation was enacted in thought, at the same remove from yourself as always, conditioned by this this. It is when there is no opposition whatsoever, none in principle, not that suddenly no thing opposes, but that there is no longer any idea of opposition, of how anything could ever oppose. The total absence of rejection, feather light, Verschwindenheit. And so it cannot be a subject, can't be an 'I' or an eye in the midst of conditions, but infinite conditions identical to the 'I', or the eye, if it ever could be said or thought, which, of course, exactly, hilariously, devastatingly, it can't.