Subjectivity is constituted by an experience of pain that has a quality of desperation, impossibility, unbearableness. We put so many different masks onto this experience, attempting to render it more bearable by assigning meaning to it, thereby limiting its infinity. The entire drama of blame, revenge, worry, etc is all a distraction from something apparently much worse than any of the seeming problems that we can name and enjoy (secretly). The basic vector of mysticism is the gradual concrete apprehension that the nameless void actually isn’t so bad, and that in any case it is the only thing that’s real. The Genesis Caul is the name of the particular inflection that the void takes for a particular individual, which is to say, the essence of that individual.