How is it? On one side a unique common world in which a mutitude of I's has arisen by some as yet unknown mechanism, each the absolute source of its own version of that world, and so as many worlds as I's, and yet really all pointing to the same world, just viewed via different pinholes. Or else a single I, but knowing itself perspectivally through the medium of selves, or partial objectifications which produce an irreducibly plural world which articulates imperfectly according to the degree to which these perspectives overlap. The whole self-system as a sort of medium. The odd thing is that even though the first notion of how it is is the one tacitly accepted as explaining things truly and objectively, within our worlds, at this time, as it seems, the frontiers of thought keep pushing towards the effective truth of the second notion, but only as a sort of provisional ideal, not taken with the seriousness it deserves. At any rate whichever way you cut it there is something that is absolutely one, out there or in here, and if it seems far-fetched that it should be in here that's only because of the peculiar prejudice we retain that we know ourselves through consciousness, that we know ourselves being conscious, instead of what's more obvious which is that consciousness is knowing and is completely in the dark as to who it is that knows.