There is a spacing in experience which is taken as the schema of a detached and empty awareness set over against a passing flux of inward and outward extending sensory content. You can treat this as a transcendental witness or a field of impersonal awareness, or as the eye or 'I' of God seeing through you. But these projections are ghostly, thinned-out to an empty limit devoid of force. Consider that what it is that this tries to account for is the immediacy and infinite ease of recognition of each passing moment. The nearest you can go to a moment is evidence of something quite different, not a tranquil emptiness but the fading of an intense spark, a fullness before its imaging in reflective consciousness. Experience is a devolution from a direct apprehension of essences, it is already known before it is recognised, it is fleshed-in to a degree beyond thought. You know that experience is a falling away from fullness before you imagine it to be an imposition on emptiness. It is a high energy state in which everything, all of life, is in the one now. The incompleteness which haunts ordinary experience is the adumbration of a falling away of appearance into the virtual sorrow of a lonely point isolated in time and space, which are only the effects of holding to another kind of essence running backwards.