The objective is what is there independently of your perception of it, and hence it is what is perceived as being perceivable by another - not any particular (objective!) other, but by a formal other, by a formal subject devoid of any characteristics, by an algebraic or abstract subjectivity. As you know yourself knowing you also know this formal other, the generalised version of yourself which defines the outer form of subjectivity. How can you have a sense of this except as a modification of yourself, mediated by thought in its concrete abstraction as language or as language-like. Whatever you are as subject it is inseparable from this refraction through its algebraic double. What is real is something else, it is what resists you in a reliable way. It stands in relation to your intention as the objective stands in relation to your perception. But the real does not depend on the idea of an other, it is not an other intention but the absence of all intention. You don't know what desire is until intention meets with its obstacle, its limit - not yet inner or outer. If this being-here could be extracted as a working unit it would be the strangest device you had ever encountered. You are so used to operating through it, so identified with a working part it, that you fail to notice what is truly strange and give your interest and attention to far simpler formations, to phenomena, allow yourself to be fooled by nothingness.