So easy to slide into projecting an abstract subject, as if it were a self-contained thing. To deplore the use of objective language as if the furthest refinement of awareness could get behind all objectivity and all personhood, is a round about way of pushing yourself back into a mirror-polishing illusion. Experience is always your experience, that is, my experience, but since there is no idea of what this 'I' is, since the 'I' keeps melting away under scrutiny, it seems to be just another overlay, an imposed idea of identity, just like all the other identities, name and form, that have been exposed as mere ideas. You don't know who or what the 'I' is but it is equivalent to the experiencing. You go in to it, as close as you can to the heart, it is the you that is going in, it is the heart. What is released into the passing is all the maps, the derived positionings, and all that is left is trust, where it goes, the going.