the very notion of objectivity is an illusion. Simply put, the human participant is always a participant, never merely an observer. Somehow our subjectivity, our presence, our wills matter cosmically, whether we want them to or not. A new puzzle takes shape in my spiritual imagination: if on our end there is no such thing as disinterested detachment, true dispassion, can that be a defining state behind the universe from which we come and to which we return?
