Lovely description, Kendall. I hope you don't mistake what I said earlier to imply atheism on my part. I just get terribly impatient with people who think they can find the chef hiding whole in the breadbasket. The notion that space-time and light are condensates of "love" is a good one, although I think the term "love" in this context could be misleading, but never mind. I would be inclined to call it thought, life-force, or awareness, all of which are meant to capture the same thing.

I do think, and this is the paradox of the great cross-over in cosmology, that there is that within every diner who is, himself, chef of all. The great burden of human-stupid religous brickbats derives from placing a wall between the chef part and the diner part.

This includes being a diner asserting the chef is elsewhere, or being a diner denyionng chefhood anywhere, or any other panjandrum brouhaha of silly significance about it. All this silliness comes when we mistakes thoughts for direct awareness, and perception stuffed into words as substitutes for the real thing. But I ramble some....

Warmest regards,

A.