If there is a moment of experience prior to reflection, to the knowing of that moment, something like pure perception in which nothing is a repetition but is entirely new and fresh, then there ought also to be prior moment of knowing before it has been seduced into utility by perception and the pressure of prior thoughts, an inchoate pure penetration. These two sides of experience are locked in a embrace in which one now is the master and then the other. Is there really something go on here at the core of experience generating heat? Or are they separate, a rapid flicking back and forth, perhaps a single force that is neither mind nor world, an inescapable escapement?