The sense of being, of thatness, differs from being x, or whatness, in that it can't be reframed. Thinking is framing and thinking afresh is reframing. It can and does go on endlessly. It is a away of coming to the evident in which the greatest share belongs to the subject, to the experiencer, who is himself that which lies behind every what and renders it secondary. Thatness is the presence of the frame, but is also that which falls outside of every frame. In the act of framing you sense it flee, it leaves the stage just as you enter, you who are the shepherd of whatness, and are yourself abstract whatness in evidence. And so you no longer have anything to say. What remains to say is the absence of anything to say. The cupboard is bare, you have eaten up whatever you had stored up or grown, and it did not assuage your hunger. But the fact was always the bare cupboard, you still strain to see its empty shelves, to ponder the space it encloses and the invitation it never fails to extend.