A dreaming without a dreamer; no waking up, only dream characters in a dream world built around a singularity known as death, at once the source and end of the dreaming.  The only unique event, without a representative: death - nobody waking up, birth - nobody waking up. Representation only possible because there is something that can't be represented. Life is the unique subject consuming and consumed by time - a nonsense which resolves itself in layer after layer of imaginary worlds, the (secondary) imagination echoing the timeless primary imagination in time, which is also imagined; I am, the echo, or refraction, backwards and forwards in time of the singularity, birth and death face to face.  Restlessness in the three dimensions of desire, will and knowingness; whatever it is cannot be resolved through these, but these are all it knows of itself - more real than their enjoyer. Affirmation without bounds - which shows up as this absurd clown, the personage, the mirage.