What's In a Circle? And Who?

Just as everything in the horizontal begins and ends before we think it does, everything in the vertical extends above and below where we think it does.

Is this to be today's subject?  

Not necessarily. Just throwing it out there. It has to do with the previous post about where to draw the line(s). Where, for example, does free will end and providence begin -- or my contribution and your paltry 2¢? 

Or, at what point does even Satan recoil at the civilizational descent of the left? He's happy to take responsibility for a great deal indeed -- more than you think -- but he draws a line at Miley Cyrus. Hell, he doesn't even watch the Oscars anymore.  

I see what you mean. We're a little overbooked this morning. We'll have to see if we can work in your generous 3¢. 

We were talking about the line between Creator and Creation (Creation as such, as opposed to such-and-such a creation), and put forth the proposition that the latter term must be a coeternal branch of the Godhead. 

We then situated this principle in none other than the Second Person of the Trinity, who is engendered, always being engendered, and always returning to the First Person via the Third whom they twogether engender threegether.  

Which, if we're on the right track, accounts for the circularity down here, AKA, the old exitus-reditus pattern of everything and anything. 

Now, a line is a geometrical concept. Nobody has ever seen one, since it has only one dimension. And it is connected by two points with no dimensions at all. So, it shouldn't be surprising that human beings don't easily see the analogous lines and points in vertical space. 

Agreed. I don't see your point at all.   

Let's begin with a circle, or rather, a series of concentric ones:

Now, the first circle defines the central point. Let's call this n-dimensional point the Absolute, to which all the concentric circles are relative. They are variously echoes, reflections, images, and fractals.

Each of these latter circles represents a world, for example, worlds of physics, biology, anthropology, psychology, economics, history, etc. These diverse disciplines appear so different from one another that perhaps this second circle is a better image:

There's the Absolute, in the center, in light blue. In reality, it would have to be analogous to pure white light that takes on this or that color down here in the prismhouse of existence. 

But in another sense, we could say that the blue of the Absolute is more or less reflected in different dimensions. 

Not far from the center is a lighter blueish (or maybe lavenderish) circle, and this would have to be the human one. 

Also, it's appropriate that this is bordered on the inside by black -- connoting the infinite distance between man and God -- and that the center point is surrounded by a luminous yellow, which goes to the radiance of the Good.

But guess what: everyone is unique, meaning that everyone gets his own color, and moreover, that everyone is more or less distant from the Principle, AKA the Absolute. 

There would also have to be families of colors, for example, say, the "family of intellect," which might be light blue at the periphery but take on a darker hue as we approach the center.

The same would be true of aesthetics: each particular art form is a different shade that becomes more saturated at the center, and at the periphery turns into Miley Cyrus. 

So, there are both persons and modes. My own mode has been a zigzag journey from the periphery toward the center. I was never content to simply circle around the center in a single orbit -- say, psychology. Rather, one thing leads to another, ultimately to God.

And every solid orbit is a living obit.

Which brings to mind another image, for all disciplines are immediately adjacent to others, such that the lines must be semipermeable: say, between psychology and neurology, or biology and chemistry, or physics and math, history and anthropology, etc.

Therefore, a better image might be the this last one below, since there are all sorts of walls, windows, doors, floors, ceilings, roofs, trapdoors, and secret passages between one level and another. 

Problem is, now we've lost the dots and the colors. Also not shown is the third dimension, to say nothing of the fourth, since the whole contraption is in eternal movement, like a kaleidoscope, or as Joyce put it, a colliderescape.

And if we examine this last image closely, we see that there are indeed escapes and inscapes from one level to another, and in particular, from the last semicircle to the center. 

We needn't bang our heads against the walls or knock on doors forever, especially since God himselves broke through the last -- or first -- or both, rather.

I guess you could call that the Good News, since the bad news is I have no pot to sell you.