It is without qualification, without being, it does not happen, has no time, no eventuality. Every qualification, every remarking is an imposition of form, of limitation, a continuation of an activity which it does not recognise, neither continuation nor activity. It is because it is so indifferent to what appears before it, that what appears can appear. The being of things is the direct reflection of this absolute indifference, this absence from every world - what can be can be without limit because it is cradled in non-being. To the subject it is pure negation, but the subject is a temporary disturbance, a sovereign failure of intent that melts blissfully away. Impossible to conceive the gentle and loving repudiation of all content and all intent and not to mistake it for creation.