The subject of experiencing is not at the source of consciousness, its dialectic play with its object from which it appears to be separated, now by a great distance and now so close as to almost be at one take place within the boundless field of consciousness, like a sort of streaming mandala of which it represents the centripetal pole and the object the centrifugal. What is called consciousness here has none of the characteristics usually ascribed to it. It doesn't change with waking or sleeping or other states of the experiencing, it is pure self disclosure without time or space. It is the sublime and terrifying real of what the subject recognises as consciousness but cannot fully sustain.