 The method amounts to a deliberate experience of the necessary failure of the phenomenological reduction to either one of the two aspects, but generally focusing on the necessity and failure of the aspect of momentariness: one tries to shrink the experience of time down to a single point, to isolate the moment, and thereby discovers that even when maximally compressed in this way, the entire expanse of contents, of places and times outside this point, resurges in full irreducible splendor, but now as the inalienable and indivisible halo of this instant. The necessary failure of the reduction is the reverse revelation of the Inherent Entailment of all the Three Thousand, all of which, however peripheral or modal, are now seen to be just as much as inalienable components of its present manifestation as more central and distinct ones; the same goes for the unequal focus that makes some central and some peripheral—it too is to be equally included as an inalienable component of the manifestation just as it is. As if by squeezing a spring down to its minimal extent, one discovers the irrepressibility and immensity of its expansive power. By attempting in all good faith to isolate the moment as sharply as possible, one discovers that even when sliced away from all the rest of existence, all the rest of existence ineluctably springs back, now as an undetachable and unchangeable nimbus which is experienced at once as internal and external to that moment, and in which all contents are necessarily present exactly as they are, such that none can be removed or repositioned, and yet all are equally extending infinitely into past and future in an infinity of transformations. Having enumerated all that exists, all that one is not, all that is future and past, all that is merely possible rather than actual, all that is imagined rather than real, one tries with all one’s might to exclude it from the bare reality of this moment, staring fixedly only at the here and now. One fails: the totality of the Three Thousand floods back right here in and as this moment, albeit now bracingly transformed into a single boundaryless cloud of surrounding contents simultaneously flashing forth, in as it were a glorified form—a single flash of a specifically structured instantaneous unit wherein each of the variegated components is neither same as nor different from each of the others, indeed where none is same as or different from the moment as a whole. By concentrating only on the rabbit in an attempt to make the duck completely disappear from consciousness, one discovers that the duck comes back with a vengeance, and with a new adamantine vividness concomitant to the power revealed by its unexcludability. That Mobius strip of separation as inclusion and inclusion as separation is the Three Truths in their constantly available lived form, the phenomenological revelation of their nature as neither-same-nor-different going on in every moment of every sentient being’s experience.