The names

The sixth chapter declined to give you a name for the one who is not in it, and said it was deliberate rather than coy. The reason stands: every available name for this is already thick with other people's associations, and a reader who is given one in chapter six spends chapter seven having a reaction to a word instead of doing two minutes in the morning.

The chapters are over. Here are the names, for anyone who wants them, and you do not need any of them — the two minutes works without a vocabulary, which is most of the argument of this book.

In the chapters	The usual name	What it means
Being out, while still here	Liberation-in-life	Not an afterlife and not a better cell. Out, in this kitchen, at this age, with the same job. The destination of the whole book (chapter 11)
Three seconds of turning	Remembrance	The practice, and the only one. Not watching a thought and not talking yourself round (chapter 8)
The fire that does not burn you	The fire of yoga	What actually does the work: remembrance, continuously, over years — as distinct from an ordeal, which is what everybody expects and nobody gets (chapter 9)
The line	Direction received	Not rules you set for your own convenience. A boundary you locate rather than draw (chapter 7)
Arriving without a head	Service	Being, for one hour in one room, somebody who asks what would help. Not telling anybody anything (chapter 10)
The likeness	Body-consciousness	The one with your voice who felt justified at twenty past nine. Not a part of you to be healed — a stand-in (chapter 9)
The one who minded	The soul	The quiet party. The one who made the decision at the kettle and has never agreed to any of it (chapter 3)

Three notes on that table, because a table like it can do harm.

The names on the right are not better than the ones on the left. They are older and more precise and they belong to a tradition that has used them carefully for a long time. They are also, in every case, a word you can admire instead of a situation you can stand in — which is the warning at the front of this book, and the reason the chapters did without them.

The wider meanings are not mine to summarise. Each of those terms means more, where it comes from, than this book has used it to mean. Remembrance in particular is far larger than three seconds in a car park. Neither reading cancels the other, and this book took each one at its plainest and most testable, because that is the version available on a Thursday afternoon.

And one connection, for readers of the other books. The state that The Inward Singularity calls becoming the Prime Mover, that What You Are Paying For calls nothing running, and that this book calls being out while still here, are the same state described three ways. They are not three stages and there is no order to do them in.