Feeling, thinking willing the three flavours inseparably blended in the brew of experience, of what in falling into consciousness brings about your realities. Feeling is every kind of perception, of passive synthesis, of affect, enjoyment, qualia or phenomenology. Thinking is every kind of symbolisation and representation, the mysterious twisted  and para-consistent structure that holds diverse ontological field in a single frame. Willing is every kind of doing, including all the parapraxes, the being-acted-through by unconscious contexts including the neurological and biological, and thus every form of fate and destiny exerting an influence in the moment. Willing, therefore, is largely unconscious, there is no one doing it, and in the same way there is no one behind the thinking making plans in a back room but the thinking itself - you can't find yourself at the near end of a thought. And you can't find yourself at the near end of a feeling either. If you look hard there you just find that the thing you think you are looking for is like a ball being tossed back and forth between the players so as to keep you off. And they do this perfectly, always a step ahead of you because they are you, and are in on the joke even if you seem not to be. So, what is all this stuff made of, what is the brew? Who is tasting it? It's such strange stuff! When you are in it it seems infinitely kaleidoscopic, but actually it is all of one flavour, like nothing in this world.