The 'thatness' of experience is also a project. No need to call it pure, since it is at the same time pervasive and anonymous to the point of utter oblivion and devastatingly monumental, alone. Perhaps nothing more is intended by all the existentialist palaver about Being. The principle of particularity cannot be particular and neither can it be general. It is orthogonal to every 'what' - quite simply. So what? So what! The whatness is the content of all intentions, it pursues its way in further unfoldings of intention, dazzlements of what, but couldn't move a single step without this unmeanable difference, we seem to already know but can only mean to mean. Inside of every word we use because already inside of every thought - what is most inside to us, altogether us, is outside to it, and still us. Like a tiny hole that goes right down to the core, you can only mean to mean, more and more lightly, more and more dépouillé, until knowing nothing, you drop through.