But what about an othering that came up out of your blindspot? And the mind's blindspot is surely much more than a spot, it's more of a black hole. The aberrations of thought, perception, feeling, of context and situation are surely familiar enough, all the machinery of the 'unconscious' that you can't set yourself up against, because it pervades all capabilities. You don't know that you are affected by them until, perhaps, it is pointed out, or after a deal of reflection. There is no sense that any of these represent antitheses for your dialectical ascension, they are merely confusions. Still, no matter how lost you may become in such mazy ways, they all go into experience and are only possible in respect of it strange unity, a unity that doesn't look out onto anything if not itself. It looks _through_ the uncertain instrument of the mind and its possibilities and is never identical with them. it is identity that efuses everything identical.