It is not to find some effective prism through which to draw understanding, such as experience, or life, or self, or consciousness, but to excavate the most exquisite forms of doubt. And again this has nothing to do with negativity or negation or unknowing, which are puzzles of being and have their place, but to allow the mists obscuring what must remain unknown in the face of every kind and colour of knowing to dissipate. It is a gentle process, a lightening of touch. The concept of knowing is a big rock that floats in your gaze eclipsing the knowing that can't be named, and the same goes for doubting, which brought into play is never the true doubt identical to its opposite. It seems as if every term has a double sense, horizontally differing in a significant way from every contiguous term and passing to it, while vertically all the terms are one and name the only inhuman, unexperienced matter.