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Okay, moving on.
If time doesn't really 'exist', but finds its measure from us, only us, so far as we know, by extension from the beating heart of our body; and the universe is known to us, only us, so far as we know, through our brain organ and its genetically-set structural limits,
Then can we not adopt an 'idealist' view (of someone's fashioning) that all our (yes, admittedly limited) knowledge of things 'external' -- which would include not only external to the body, but also external to the activities of the mind as it operates as part of/through the agency of the brain, thus 'external to' but within the body -- that all such knowledge is creative, a function of mind-play, a product of imagination?
What status, then, of 'the body' that houses a beating heart and agent brain capable of mind-play? Is that foundational 'place' just a metaphor for the productive locus we call more closely 'self'?
Are we in that scheme a kind of demiurgic impulse whose energy derives from a yet more initiatory source?
Are we, ourselves, imagined in turn?
As judges and engineers, poets, of what goes from potential into actual.
I'm just sayin'.
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