Your worldy being is consumed in variational play upon the causal and spatio-temporal and ontological structure of appearance and it is the adventure of those categories that is taking place to which you only add a weightless knife-edge of actuality, a witnessing. The adventure itself is sheer agony and delight. The difference between you and your life is what is uncanny and strange, but only as seen from its manifest side. Its ever-hidden side is neither uncanny nor strange, and that difference is the most wonderful of all.