The sense of agency, of being wholly invested in purposeful, if mostly quite trivial, action is so pervasive that it seems as if awareness is purely in its service, as if it has nothing better to do that be the appreciative audience for endless mental puerilities Or in other words that it is a neutral medium, like light, bringing what is independently established into the light. Doubtless the mind is unable to appreciate them, but awareness, to give it one of its names, is rich with what could be miscalled properties. It is actually the agent itself whose discoveries are entirely modeled on the structures of awareness, but appropriated and distorted. For example, the cogito is seen as underwriting the existence of the agent in a particularly strong way. Well, it does do something, this momentary turning of attention on itself, but certainly not what you think it does, and not even describable in the same language. Existence, you say? No, surely you jest. Look again!