Experience is consciousness agitated. It is such strange stuff that when set into vibration it creates subjects and worlds, self-luminous sparks. All of this against a background of stasis. How deep would the silent non-existence go without any irritant, turned in on itself, placeless, timeless? And where does the initiating swerve come from? From outside, or from within? The question is the swerve, the swerve the question.