What is fundamental to a world are the varieties of estrangement with which it can confront you and the cunning ways in which these are linked together in entailments misread as causes. Whether or not these can be overcome by some effort at enlarging your scope of imagination or understanding or not, they are all estrangement effects, exhausted by what they are for consciousness. Where you find yourself is just where the limits of assimilation lie. What you can't encompass or imagine yourself encompassing does not reveal a final otherness but only the internal boundary of self-understanding. It is only when you surrender to your dialectical failure that the spectre of mindless matter arises, a compact of being. The parameters of thrownness are impersonal, no doubt, but only in relation to your immediate place in species-being. The being of beings locates you in a human history, a wonderful participation, and not in the reality which is also yours. There is a pass beyond it, made porous by the many who have already gone through. One moment it is adamantine before you and you can bang your head against it, and the next moment after nothing happens, you are through. It takes no energy, it is pure surprise.