Everything you assume about the experiencer is already contained within the experiencing. What is assumed in this way is a persistency or strong habit of the experiencing, a personal style among styles, like the body, like the world. See it made anew out of nothing in each moment. It's that nothing, that yawning emptiness that is the beloved, and what you think of as yourself just a doll that you would distract it with. The tightly bound assumptions of personhood, of the thinker, the asker of questions, the one who would know, for whom knowing is a destination, not so tightly bound as you think. A rag tag set of reflections held together by the most absurd and comical set of sketches and puns, washed in sweetness.