Boundaries

My sister said that her lecturer says that the real beginning of states was after the creation of the printing press. The awareness this gave people of other places strengthened their idea of themselves.

This is exactly the state existentially: through knowledge and interaction with other people we gain a sense of ourself (as we would be from the outside). The self does not exist like this from the inside... inside, that is originally, we do not have a boundary. Looking out there is only infinite space. Where is the boundary that we look through? Where, looking in, is the boundary to look at?

This follows conversation on news. Sis called to tell me Mandelbrot had died and how plugged into world affairs she was. But actually even if I was in a remote part of the world that only found out in a years time, it would then be news then rather than now. Exactly when Mr Mandelbrot dies is purely arbitrary and relative!!! Such is death in the great scheme of things. Things are only important relative to other things - like for example planning the funeral for which we would need to know about the death; but that is just a social event -it is not "real" like the death. We are always already together and apart all the time!

This stuff is beginning to all make sense and this blog is very slowly being fashioned into a sharp point... very slowly :-( I wonder if in the end (if there is a single end) the point will be the original target of "Life"? Odd life I will have spent writing/thinking about it... but that decision I made at a very young age so that isn't open to discussion now.