What is directly here is the physical world of body and mind and only with some reflective or meditative effort can you scramble in towards the source of it, as well as that can be understood, in the core of your being. But you are dazzled long before you get very far, the inwardness turning white and all features losing any salience as in a snow storm. That's one metaphor for it, but the failure of reach is a feature of the accepted metaphysics with its seconding and support in the bodily ground. All of this actually needs to be turned inside out. It is the source, name it what you will, that ought to be the incorrigible ground and the physical, spatio-temporal being that ought to be floating in a metaphysical abstraction. This seems impossible because the source is infinitely distant in your curved inner space, and so would require infinite effort to be reached. The error however is to draw your contextual metaphor from physicality, and the correction of it is to see that it is only a metaphor. Metaphorical space has entirely different rules, different logic, different affordances - even flipping inside out is only another kind of metaphor. The work of mind and imagination is only a way to acclimatise to this other and strange order.