The primary subject is not self-reflective but gives rise, in some time-like dimension outside of time to a folding and refolding which at some point downstream emerges as a consciousness that is cognisant of itself, or seems to be so. The latter ought to be impossible because of its implied infinite regress but it closes the gaps on itself by sheer illusion. It is only here that a self can appear, and when it does it explodes in a kind of celebration, the original festival. This is not algebra, there are tremendous forces involved. Thereafter, even if this sense is lost it remains as after-impression giving to consciousness its peculiar pathos. Neutrality is only a mask of consciousness, at its core it is warm, full of feeling, and that is how it can exert such a centripetal pull on experiencing. Next to it, primary subjectivity, if it could be experienced as such would be impersonal and ice-cold.