Every action of making is subject to the thinking that precedes it. If the vision of experience prides itself in life's addiction, that planning fits into the action that constantly seeks something new. The holding of the inside follows the shadow of all outside, clouded by the veil. That presence, far from retreat, increases in the denial of the self's sound. A blameless self strives towards the gap in life, conceived in the space of being, sheltered in the empty glow. Any fullness is subject to emptiness, the lever of equalisation always denied.