Freedom is only known in limitation, just as a beam of light is only known when it falls on an obstruction. Limitation is axiomatic for the individual, but is meaningless except as against freedom. Hence the individual is freedom knowing itself in limitation. Pure subjectivity is another term for freedom, and is unlimited, but every realised form of subjectivity, that is experience, is limited in principle, is necessarily limited, and so necessarily contingent, since contingency is a form of limitation. This understanding of contingency as the necessary climate of our being is an acknowledgement of transcendence without naming it. It is a matter of choosing more or less rigour in terminological hygiene. Metaphysics is so intimately present that all the versions of naturalism are allegories of it. The not-seeing that you inhabit an allegory of your true being, is an integral component of that being. The ignorance and neglect of being, of its omnipresent wonder, the fall into the deficient ontic modes, is a significant moment in the unfolding of metaphysics, a bearer of its essence. All of this is concealed in plain sight in the first-person perspective, in the so-taken mystery of subjectivity which is only a mystery when attempted to be grasped from the place of its own self-limitation. Said another way it is that the absolute has no model for its other than itself.