a being-there I can never grasp. The other, whether a human being or some other object in reality, is thus revealed to me as a mystery lying well beyond all grasping concepts precisely when it reveals itself to me without any desire to hold back. By the very fact of appearing, the other is illuminated, but the eye of the spirit knows the light without seeing the sun that shines. Insofar as the other (whether that other is a thing or a person) is revealed in me as a subject that never abandons its