OST is closed for business but its spirit survives on my blog.
Just noticed this thread when Desert’s patent Universal “Desert” Locator wandered through Sir Toby’s in determined accord with its self-programmed randomised algorithms. Upon my receiving the result, my hat was off in an instant and on reading “There’s a corollary, sort of Kantian in flavor: God can really exist without anyone knowing anything true about him/her/them. Or take (what I interpret as) Desert Reign’s counter-position: I am not real in and of myself; I become real only when people talk about me. The same could be said of God perhaps: real only when he’s the subject of conversation.” I immediately realised that some people run faster than others and I need to catch them up. The cake, to mix metaphors, is never fully eaten in Sir Toby’s - there is always more being made by the great hostess. The beauty of universal openness is that sentient beings define themselves as well as each other. A cloud of knowing perhaps? I am not only who I am, I am also my wife, my children my town, my work place, my body, my world, my God. All the things I organise, they are in me and I in them, the aim of which is that I not only fully know, as scientists of the world and other power hungry seek, but also that I be fully known. That is the ultimate existence.