Consciousness is a continual boiling over, irrepressible springing forth out of itself, without any reference point or fixed point to push against. This is the pure form of time. The all-embracing background and abyss out of which consciousness emerges is not temporal, not in time, nor in stasis. The two are parts of an inseparable whole but their relation is not in the least dialectical. There is no intemporality or eternity prior to time, time gives birth to itself, yet the other is there, a kind of witness, lost in wonder.