Self too is a circumstance even if is expressed as innate happiness, as the sense that everything is fine, is just as it should be and has always been so. It is a circumstance because for all its radiant sufficiency it surrounds the centre but is not itself the centre. Perhaps it is the idea that nothing stands between you and the absolute source of presence here and now but some friendly contingency, a permission to enjoy, an indulgence. As close in as you can get following the course of things, and a truce with time and memory. You have not made a treasure out of it since it is only a modification of the basic situation, the self in the light of presence as distinct from the same self in the shadow of absence. Turn your gaze around and don't assume there is nothing to see, forget the distinction of nothing and something, forget ideas of being for simple being before all ideas, gently part the curtains of thought.