Will is what terminates in feeling, a change in this core feeling you might call beingness, otherwise an oxymoron; beingness is not being and is also not-being. The accrual of such feeling, as if it was a substance as if it were your stuff, the stuff of you, everything you are stuffed with, your entire history but distilled into a single taste. Will is to make it more, but by the same action it might also become less, and besides it becomes less anyway, like a kind of fuel that is burned. The best way of being you know is also the way to suffer, to lose this beingness, which still makes more of it against your will, another's being say. You are this logic of feeling, its precise mechanism, escapement, but whatever you are is just what you are not, or since you were not there to not be, just 'are not'.