What it is that you want to bring forth is what it understood purely through being consciousness and nothing else. And so it is precisely what everybody understands. But we understand it without knowing that we understand it, all of us to different degrees and filtered through the most extraordinarily varied and convoluted outlooks. And we all want to bring it forth because the pressure it exerts on our presencing is unavoidable and works the same way even when buried under layer after layer of cherished notions. The feel of it is immediately recognisable, everyone is swayed by the telling when it gets a little closer to the truth. As if the sun keeps wanting to break through the clouds, but the heat only draws up more clouds. What could be more lovable than these strivings, these goings astray, these peculiar and unavoidable inquiries, their very unavoidableness that keep undermining all those notions?