That tiny interval in awareness that separates you from experience makes all the difference and yet can never be-held. To be and to hold together what is indispensable and impossible. It is like a vacuum which immediately sucks in some mental chaff and then reappears on the other side with a look of perfect innocence. It is self-revealing and yet exterior to being, and hence perfectly concealed, just beyond the end of a hundred foot pole that you are laboriously climbing.