It is not merely the icy precision of all appearance but that it is lived in common with an almost unimaginable plurality of other abysses.

Every positive content included in experience, in detail and in aggregates, that is, at whatever degree of 'granularity' you choose to take it, is one instance, a paradigm on a paradigmatic axis of content realised in this world, in this identical continuum. This is emphatically true for everything which is symbolised, but remains true for whatever is not symbolised, or which cannot be, all are paradigms, or eidolons. This is a perspective on the totality, and even on the infinity, which oddly consistent with the simulation idea - to the point that perhaps there is no real content to that idea but this one.

Being aware, being aware of your awareness to the point of destruction, that it is no longer awareness of anything at all, that all motive force is gone, and then out of no known motive to reassume awareness, unmodified but groundless.

The margin or disjunct between you and experience arises and disappears within experience, arises just because it disappears and disappears just because it arises. Neither of these is evidence for anything as both you and experience both are born and vanish within experience.

Perception requires both a diachronic dimension, a temporal spread of retention and protention and a synchronic, or paradigmatic dimension, one of imaginative variation of matters like and unlike the object. These are not independent but interactive in a way peculiar to your embodiment. All of this is of the mind, and of the world insofar as the mind and the world are merged with each other. None of this can be ascribed to pure awareness, but awareness must be apt for such forms. It may be apt for other forms or figures as well of which you do not know that you know.

The 'I', the knower or witness is in time as the stationary 'now' - it belongs to experience in time but does not enter into it. It is not like stepping onto a moving platform, but a sort of syncope, a collapse a fainting into time.

The currents of joy and delight that give colour to the world do not bear much scrutiny, but while you think to have discovered that they were only products your own contingent projection, your dwindling surplus of being, in fact it is the increasing weight of the law, an unbending and inscrutable law which you have always tacitly acknowledged, that is bearing down.