While there cannot be an individual will to truth, truth can exist at the telos of a community of understanding. From this perspective there is no individual either except as an incident or sinew of a larger process.

The will to get to the truth of things is a dilettante game for the most part arising as a sort of unreliable mediator in the stalemate of conflicting desires. The will to healing if and when it appears is a stronger response that eventually subsumes truth, otherwise the token truth is a function of deferral or appeasement. As was long ago pointed out hat an innate drive for truth makes no sense, mistaking the nature of drives. If it appears at times it is a rare freak of nature and if it is found to be hailed far and wide something entirely different is being sought for. Truth claims as motive are the best disguise for concealing lies. It's messy, but may be all you have to work with.

The nature of experience is that you are responsible for experience. If you are surrendered to the ontological background then by the same token you are surrendered to the practical background and the two in uneasy balance. There is no self without psyche and no psyche without self, each with its own necessary transcendence, but everything you do or respond to retains its force regardless.

If there is a container of experience it is not being but human reality and it is human reality that it contained in being. You say container but the nature of these relations, which may indeed be somehow analogous is not to be understood. It is outside of all categories of relation. In fact categories of relation is a good name for what you find yourself in.

You think of consciousness as a cloudy etheric fluid full of colours and words, sensations, frissons, pleasures and pains, signifiers signifying and other such stuff all knotted together - but all such notions being themselves only contents of this same consciousness have no credibility as a description of anything of the sort. Rather, all of that presencing is only an interface, an accessibility for solving problems. What rightfully should be called consciousness is this adamantine element behind it, roughly what you call being, and delightfully untouchable by any of the impurities and reflexes, the genetic wrinkles that make the appearances such an adventure.

The cadence of awareness, in so far as consciousness is in this it is empty of self-nature, pure contingency, and in so far as that is what consciousness is it is absolute, without contingency or prior.

Original awareness is neither temporally nor logically or causally prior to consciousness because these categories belong to consciousness. It is something else which is like an amalgam of these priorities. Another kind of space and time, neither spatial nor temporal, out of which this space and time is crystallised, an other kind of compresence.