Every single thing that comes to notice in the flow of experience, whether of perception, purpose or ideation owes its appearance to some filiation of will and hence of passion immediately and blindly felt. If the experience is the vibration off the string the passion is the tension in the string. And so you understand each movement of the mind as fleeting and insubstantial because all the mass is lodged in the inner workings of feeling. These lie as the fixed points from which experience is gained and of which awareness is oblique and indirect. However, you always seek the truth of experiencing in this more authentic seeming realm backstage. If it were to emerge into clarity what would be seen but something uncanny like a seething mass of snakes, an involution native to some lowlands of humanisation. And once seen, in the deprived of the ability to stand for the subject, no more native to being than all other phenomena. What then? The structure collapsed, only the author of structures remaining.