This odd business of basic awareness depends so on being, not the sense of being, but on the irruption of being, on being as irruption, a verb not a noun, or maybe an adverb that can only modify itself. This dependence is concealed for the most part and you get along entirely without knowing or 'acknowing' or 'apperceiving' it. You are only reminded at certain pivotal moments which feel refreshing but where it is mistaken for something 'existential' or a psychological commodity called wonder when all it is is the lighting up of the always present inner shape of ordinary awareness.