A succession of habits, of habit epochs grounded in repetition and a sense of naturalness. One follows another after a sometimes abrupt transition, with other changes, in taste, metabolism, outlook etc., but although each habit world seems to be an expression of the core self it never happens that you experience the new one of these from the subject position of the old one. The inertia of repetition which seems to give weight, a centre of gravity to its world proves to be volatile, to effect nothing. It's that however you find yourself that is how you naturally happen to be, the appearance of weight is all on your side, not on that of the conditions. If the change is abrupt and there is no time for a habit to cover it then you are faced with a frightening truth about subjectivity - it does not make attachments.