Sufficiency of the gaze gives way to an abundance whose impulsiveness is inadequate to the sea of abundance. That connection conjured up in the image of the other, betraying all that is one's own. Woven in a turn towards love, the open ray of that favour of the visible, displayed for the sake of blind seeing. Only the dark spot, whose pull works far from confirmation, grants depth of penetration for the sake of experience. The boundary of shyness is the space of experience.