The more impersonal, the more abstract and the less real. There is an impersonal ecstasy because there is a passion (fatal temptation) for impersonality, but there is no impersonal passion. The particulars of the thing, the most particular are also the most personal, the penetralia. You go as far in as you can, as you dare, there is no limit. Not furniture but flesh of the world, you are neither innocent nor a bystander. It is not mathematics, it's about you, inequivalent, unsubstitutable, personal, neither singular nor plural, and the moment you speak you interpret. But to do so in what you take to be impersonal terms is to tie yourself into knots.