I think his theory includes itself in the whole to which it refers.

(I pause to take that in.)

And now, as I read a few pages of Stuart Hampshire's Spinoza ... I realise that Spinoza's theory is more than theory...

...does the term 'theory' have a fatal (dualistic) limit?...

...his 'theory' is the apprehension of the whole of which the apprehender is a part, as are his or her thoughts.

I like so much the places where Spinoza points to, or includes, 'everything' in the whole, refusing altogether not only life-splitting dualisms but any suggestion that matter is worse or lower than idea, or that (as in materialism) matter excludesideas!...

...it seems to me that thisis his strength: to not only include everything but to refuse to exclude what is 'good' (because 'good' is thought to be unreal or imaginary or unscientific)...

Yes, that must be it, the vast difference I detect between Spinoza's non-dualism and those of others more infected by divisiveness...

...yet to make that distinction is divisive, is it not?

But I suspect that Spinoza's logic is proof against that blindness (he was a maker of lenses for telescopes and spectacles!)

This is Pete Gomez' way of enabling students of architecture to experience and to experiment with wireless connections between them in any location (indoors or out) via the portable computers they have on their laps...

I don't know if I've correctly described this event, its purpose, but to me it was a pleasure, a moment of good accidents...

For instance to meet Helge Solberg (an architect from Norway) who came to watch, James Stevens (of Backspaceand after) who took part, Kass Schmitt who introduced me to the event, and Pippa G who also teaches at the AA, and others whose names I didn't catch.

What was so good about it - this occasion for sophisticated adults to 'play house'?... (No need to apologise for that)

I can't easily say, but I liked it.

Connectiveness, I suppose, in a form that enlivens and combines the most everyday experiences of sitting in a room, of walking on a piazza, of communicating via the computernet, and of meeting people unexpectedly.

Benedictus walks across the pavement, politely taps on the invisible door, and enters the crowded little room with no walls - and nothing much happening...

We all pause to hear what he may say...

Someone gives him a plastic chair which he sits on without question. At first he says nothing... but, after watching someone type words which appear on the screen of a laptop, he takes a laptop himself and writes slowly in Latin, which the computer translates as:

The universe is an infinite, eternal and self-creating substance.

and thif room you imagine to be here, for only a an hour or two, and these machinef which you are recreating af you write on them, thefe things that are new to me are yet in fome way familiar...

...for they accord more with my ideaf than did the little room in which I lived and worked, and the penf and the paperf and the printing preffef through which I communicated, or failed to communicate, to the people of my time.

And then, as his figure becomes fainter, more transparent, and his body disappears, his still visible fingers tap out:

...but my appearing here if not a miracle, nor are you and your fublime machinef and your unfuperftitiouf imaginationf, for all idea is alfo extenfion and all extenfion is alfo idea... we are all part of the one reality...

...and now all that remains of this event are some chalk marks on the ground, these notes on the internet, a pair of spectacles that fell from Benedictus' nose and broke on the pavement...

and of course the presence of God in and as everything both intellectual and physical

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