The strangest thing about experience is that you don't know who is actually experiencing all of this - it could be anyone, or it could be everyone, it might even be no-one, but it is not nothing. This is so hard an idea to unpack, partly because of its simplicity, almost banality. When you look at all of the ways you have of performatively understanding who you are you find that they are all made out of cross-referring thoughts, they are a sort of trick whereby the objective field seems to contain the subject while consisting entirely in what the subject isn't. If the 'thoughts' invoked in this description were like the things you produce when engaged in the activity you call thinking then it might be easy enough to demystify the picture, but the thoughts involved are more than that, they include all that is experienced as the interconnected functioning of body and mind, and in that a tremendous and groundless reflex of unification of experience as belonging to some 'I'. You are held within a certain field, anchored to an emotional process of doubt, which is intense and urgent the more it is exposed. Every intention has a motive and every motive has a value and every value an opposite value. And again every act is an expression in which the congruity of the inside and the outside is at stake. How is it, and again how is it really? The perspective reflects back and forth between different mirrorings which are themselves only forms of thought. It works just because while you are in it you are also what it is that is aware of it and is thus out of it. There would be no perspective is there wasn't a point of view outside, but no perspective is ever able to reach it or express it or even come close.