This existential sense, as we may think of it, provides me with direct perceptions~as do all my other senses. This is a point often misunderstood. My eyes tell me there is a page in front of me, not a white rectangle with black marks on it, from which I have todeduce that this is a page with words, sentences, and meanings. Similarly, when it is functioning naturally, my inward sense gives direct awareness: It tells me, “I’m not enjoying this conversation with Clete,,,rather than only providing data from which I must draw deductions, such as, “I notice I,m restless physically . . . so maybe I,m bored by this conversation.” But many of us can only observe ourselves in this latter and distant way, and so we must then speculate about the causes of our restlessness.