The background, the screen on which appearances, happenings, events arise is unchanged and unchanging. It is like watching a movie with the sound turned off, the most terrible things can appear but seem merely beautiful patterns of colour and shadow moving in empty space. Now turn the sound slowly back up but retain the same awareness - it is present at the core of even the loudest and most painful identifications, that which identifies, neither wholly a part of the scene nor wholly detached from it. Endless blossoming of being.