In spite of what you take it to be, and you take it to be so many things, incessantly varying formations driven by open determinations, it is what it is. It is not consciousness, but consciousness is it. Consciousness is an idea, it is a thing you speak about when you speak about what speaks, it comes and goes, it is imagined. Consciousness is a word spoken by what is, which is not different from consciousness, is what imagines consciousness as what imagines. It is, consciousness doubts it, consciousness doubts, is the idea of the possibility of doubting and the idea of its impossibility. The impossibility of doubt is not discovered at the end, it is at the beginning, always, everywhere, prior to consciousness.