(Husserl probably thought that each possible world has a unique possible transcendental subject but in so far as two such transcendental egos are directed at the same Nature, then they are compossible and so intersubjectivity aint empty. I often feel the same way about having to pick up my dry-cleaning.)
All characteristica universalis so hideous to our eyes
In what un-natural numbers must Siren rhapsodize?
That galley slave or Captain, all equally are rapt in