The experience unfolds in time until it concludes. There is a cadence, a fall, more or less abrupt, and then nothing, nothing at all, no space, no time. But it appeared Somewhere, in the very Space delimited by that final moment of presence, and that Somewhere remains potential. It could light up again with the beginning of a new experience having no connection to the prior one and generating its own space and time. There is nothing in the content of the experience that determines what Space it appears in, and nothing in that Space that determines the nature of the experience that arises. Every determination of the ground of experience from within experience is mediated by an idea of experience and hence is a mere formula, a set of parameters which affect the content of the experience but not its being there. All that you know of experience is constructed within experience, including the notion of the ultimate container of experience. How do you know that this container lends its identity to experience, giving it a transcendental unity? You don't. It need not 'exist' - existence is not relevant to it - or be identical, from day to day, from moment to moment. Your only way of measuring is by internal investigation of experience and this is accomplished wholly within experience. The unity only appears transcendental, but is in fact immanent. And yet, and yet... it does appear, and it does inquire, and the inquiry is the realest thing it is able to do, seems the sole reason why it ought ever to appear, so teasingly, with the peculiar capacities that it has.