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.