If presencing were something then you could wonder how all these attitudes and wants got to be inside of it, how its transparency and freedom could be taken over by such bulky and self-important experience while remaining untouched by contents. But it is just because it is isn't anything that it can open up unlimited room for them, and being nothing it nevertheless acts, is pure act without employment. The experience is the use of it, its appliances, while it uses nothing at all. Both the origin and destination of each lived moment is in this unchanging transcendental point outside the frame of that moment and all surrounding frames. Only by this mystery is experience possible so that no mystery can appear in experience. Only by what can't be understood can everything appear to be understood, so that it recedes before you gaze and you can only search for it in vain. You can never find it, it is what is looking.