Nothing is like anything else, nothing refers to anything else - so the connectivities through which experience seems to be intelligible never reach beyond the thoughts in which they are contained, and all intelligibility is illusory. What proof does it have, could it ever have, but more of the same? It is good enough at this game to keep you fooled, and why shouldn't it be, since that is what it is for, its delight. And through it you imagine that there is such a thing as experience, and you having it. The thing in itself is not an inaccessible beyond, as implied by thought's belief in itself, but is right up here, closer than the nose on your face, absolutely blatant, a This louder than a thunderclap that scatters the murmurations of thought with its time and space, so many ghostly chattering birds dissolving into the empty sky out of which they are born, mere ripples in the void, unlike anything else.