Yet, since object is subject, and subject is object, intemporally that which they are, all that they can be, and all that is, is the absence of my [your] head, which is also the presence of everything. Where, then, am I? Where, then, are you, and the beetle? We are our absence.
My head alone is not my object
Of course not: it is subject, and an eye cannot see itself, I cannot sensorially perceive myself, subject cannot know itself—for that which is known is thereby an object. Subject cannot subsist as its own object.