Just as it is without preconceptions or any intention to modify. But then how it is is not how it is, is already subjected to preconceptions etc. So let it be the preconceptions, just as they are, and then you find that you haven't arrived at the one who is preconceiving. The doer is smeared out in time, is a project for a self rather than a self, is exactly the denial of being just as it is. As if you have flung part of yourself across the abyss of the present so that you can await it, you are the awaiting of yourself and also the shuttling receipt of the residue, no longer you. All your inmost gestures have this split quality, partly here and partly there, while in truth the there is only a modification of the here. Just as it is, the there in the here, the here in the there.