Most of what goes on, including this, is comprehended within pure conceptuality - you could call it thought, actively structured and in large part without a thinker. It is intent in its unfolding but is only provisional, a current and currency of promissory notes. You are invited to cash out the promises but when you do you only utter more promises, since to really do so would paralyse the whole operation. There is no relation of the meaning to what is meant. The thought itself is a kind of event and directly known would be no more than the empty advent of something as mute as a rippling sensation, and even that is just a finer fiction. It's what 'knows' this that seeks to emerge from the egg in which it has never and could never have been contained.