Jean-Paul Sartre: he says he was #woke, about being #woke.

Consciousness,  Sartre's reality-sensing apparatus, itself existing with its own thoughts being manifestations: consciousness as he has an object, always.  That is not to say that it is like a table with something on it all the time, because one can be conscious of a lack or a nothingness, one could suppose.

"Conscious of being conscious" as Sartre puts it, which threads a needle between being and nothingness in that the person has nothing else, possibly but his own conscious to be made aware of, nothing else within or without.

"The pure event by which human reality emerges as a presence in the world is apprehended by itself as its own lack.  In its coming into existence, human reality grasps itself as an incomplete being."

"Human reality is a perpetual transcending toward a coincidence with itself which is never given."

Time itself, and this vague coincidence, a perpetual machine keeping man in some kind of motion, as he unknowingly floats through space, transposing across a period of time.  We can wince, take a moment here, thinking that if time were to stop, the coincidence would be made plain.

And then, as I progress through the pages, he keeps mentioning someone named "Peter" and claims also that Heidigger was on the hunt for a fellow named "Schmidt".  This first, a bourgeois and the second a common factory worker.  Would they find something, something so regular as a common state of mind, something they struggled to grasp from behind their own weird colored glass of perceptions, and to deify thought as reality?  Not the common person, they were seeking, some insight into the common soul, neigh, but to reach outward from within their own consciousness, writing their own thoughts into scientific canon, to be taught later at all the good universities.

Certainly they would rigorously defend the veracity of their ideas.  (?)