"A signifier is what represents the subject to another signifier" - this Lacanian formula contains the understanding that the subject is never presented but only represented in every crossing between two signifiers or images. There are many such crossings but only one subject, but that subject is a kind of indelible illusion, its oneness being only its otherness, its not-one-ness and its otherness its oneness. None of these combinatorics or topologies produces the subject in any sense; it is not the result of the success or failure of any process, or of the in-itself's attempt to found itself. All such formulations seek to maintain an essentially social, and hence split, understanding of the subject. It has an inside and an outside but they don't match up, and so on. It seems that every such notion, given enough of a twist that it fails to resolve in any way, is adequate for generating human psychology with most of its quirks. That is a property of any system that retreats before inquiry leaving behind a series of nested death-masks of the inquirer. There is a little machine hidden within the smokescreen of paradoxes, a little machine which is just there in the forever outside, that plays the role of reality stabiliser. All of this reveals more and more the architecture of a dream.