Experience it too rich, multi-faceted and portentous to have the experiencing subject as its reason for being, as its ultimate 'what for...'. This line of thinking however leads to the abstractions of spirit or the world-soul. Experience is meaningless apart from its ownership by that most imperfect and evanescent of beings, the experiencer. The latter's role is a strange one, the unworthy and unprepared heir to a kingdom, but nonetheless the sole heir. Everything is there for you and almost all of it will pass you by bewildered and bereft, its gifts unopened.