You go back and back upstream of the flow of experience and it gets smaller and smaller, more and more intimate and energetically concentrated towards a infinitely small point and at the same time it is the entire field of experience, unlimited and all-embracing, equally present in every part. The movement in and the movement out are the same. The incessant movement out to seize every appearance, taking the colour and shape of every invention of desire, and failing wonderfully can only arise because it seeks to recover a origin which has never been lost, a serene and unfailing origin, out of which, perhaps, you have never moved.