The attainment of a foothold in a view from nowhere is felt as a great liberation, not so much from the confusions of subjectivity which are great enough, but from entrapment in the views from the other, where the least that can be said about such other is that its name is legion. These in their various ways posit an external viewpoint located in an immediately recognisable space, be it social or pyschological or emotional or theological from which you are observed, and which seems to precede you, it is virtual but so ramified as to seem inescapably real. It is arguable that the two cases of subjectivity and the metaphysically neutral nowhere are just limit cases of this class of views. As an empirical, or empiriological subject you are first granted a location by the operation of the idea of such a point of view, you seem to depend on it while knowing that the opposite must be the case. In your most private thoughts, in your lyrical self, it is not a single voice that sounds but an almost synchronised pair of voices, you and your sound, you and how you sound. There is nothing finally outside about the reflected voice, you are peripherally aware that you are driving it, dreaming it into being, but you cannot reabsorb it, cannot by any act resolve it back into unity. Instead you find ways to come to terms with it, through discourses which represent provisional solutions to the problem, such as truth or beauty of love.