The 'I' of experience is much more than a hypostasis of a discursive shifter, it is a inescapable structural invariant of any field of awareness no matter its contingent shape or texture: there is always a vanishing point from which everything experienced is captured, maddeningly outside. Focusing on this element, however, only leads to a sort of emotionally toned and recursive swirl of mirrorings which can never perfectly straddle intention, unless that intention is to see how far down the failure of intention can go before exhausting itself or breaking. On the other hand since whatever the content within experience the experiencing itself is in being, regardless of the chasm between the experienced world and the place of that being. The question of being thus opens a gap of pristine ignorance which experience cannot fill.