The stream of thoughts, random and inconsequential and at the same time deeply conditioned and consequential, that seem to dissipate attention and obscure its rightful object. Such a notion is itself no more than a thought of that very kind, thoughts goaded by meta-thoughts in endless eddies, but no, exactly the same thoughts might be precisely the rightful objects of attention - it's not in the thoughts at all, but in the way of the light cast on them. The background consciousness has no thought but has something else, a direction like the sum at the horizon. Since you have no control or say in this it appears other, a fixed condition of experience beneath notice. It's all in the turning around, and since this cannot be effected all you can do is throw the windows open wide. Receive, receive, receive.