Every one of the objects with which our worlds are furnished can be resolved back into layer upon layer of purposive formation and ultimately into the subjectivites or the evolutionary conjunctures that designed and produced them. We aspire to the illusion of pure objecthood, of an intentional object that forestalls and forecloses all human anxiety, but this is a game that can only be played over again and again with ever new objects. It's that your objects, your concerns, insert you into the world and its specificity of race, milieu and moment far more that you would like to imagine.