Is it the one consciousness taking on these various states, some broad and some narrow, some loose and some tight, some convex and some concave, some exploiting time, others being revenged upon by time, and so on; so that it must be that nothing about this consciousness is expressed in any particular state, no matter how light-filled or smug, since it would be just as perfectly expressed in a diametrically opposite state? Or is it that there is no consciousness, or no one consciousness only a succession of various states each of which suggests that it is the expression of a prior unity, of a vision, but only does so for quite contingent reasons, say because the particular phase-space of states that happens to be serially activated has acquired this cultural colouring, the sickly bruised beauty of sunset hues perhaps? Try as you might to come up with an answer to this question, a neat analytic solution, you are bound to fail. There may be an answer but if can't be revealed by any effort of yours, just because of the kind of scribble that you are. If it shows up it is in another direction and you would just be the poor hinge on which it turns.