The experience is the experiencing, the experiencing the experience, but for the experiencer there is a continuous movement within experience, an unfolding, blossoming and decay that goes from dark to dark. The experiencer is invested in the process, in its darkness, its awe, its unsatisfactoriness, contingency, groundlessness, indeterminacy, majesty, expectation. The experiencer for whom there is nothing outside of the experiencing is upstream of the one for whom the reality is precisely all that is beyond the experiencing of it. These are not alternatives but different components of the same event; all the terms you use to describe it are like beads strung loosely on a wire that look entirely different, or that are entirely different questions, according to the position into which they are slid. There is no correct position, but only the collapse of all positions, the collapse of the spacialisation that gives rise to experiencers.