Great grey cloud of experiential elements of short persistence. Thickness, continual falling away, no experiencer to speak of. None of your models of mind can survive this aridity, nothing to point to, predominance of the logical negative, of cancellation, of fusion of elements, mass, pale light, unflattering reflections. And at the same time as the experience failing in its mystifications, the experiencing persists, is all of one piece, unchanging, not in time and without gifts or ownership. Everything arising and passing, even the arising and passing, behind, behind, behind, without limit.