The avidity of waking consciousness ensures that it remains utterly shallow. Avidity is to desire without any sense of why you desire or even properly what you desire, you only strive to get out ahead of yourself. Or again, it is like a tic of definiteness, collapsing every wave function in order to go on to the next. This in contrast to the mind in dreaming, of which it is not accurate to say that it is experiencing. Here events, things, happenings, are not split either internally or externally. Dreaming mind is without limits which the cult of awareness fails to know. All of this must pass into language as well. To not be played into a corner but to allow words and grammar to soften and unfold, to extend strange tendrils into the strange.