There exist self-organizing memes or prehensions, which are internally related to each other.  Mind per se does not exist.  What exist are societies of thoughts.

A symphony is a society of tones.  The tones exist only in the context of some musically structured idea.  They can be taken out of context only to be put in some other meaningful context.

We too are memes that exist only in the context of a cosmic meaning.  Our existence is impoverished to the degree that we are ignorant of that meaning.

From a biological perspective, each of us is just a society of neurons.  There is a principle of holism that ensures that a society is more than the sum of its parts.  The identity of the parts is dependent upon the whole.

Redness is not a thing.  It is a placeholder in a system of meaning.  Placeholders are not inert; they are officers.  Redness has a mind of its own, otherwise we could not connect.  When I am in a card section I can also be red, or blue.  There is only one idea, which is refracted and reflected, but there are no mirrors or lenses.  It is love all the way down.  This is where understanding is pushed to its limit and beyond.

Yes, love is blue, odoriferous, and even numerical.  Nothing exists beyond the light of love.  On the edge of love are just shadows and shades.  We have pushed love to its limit and beyond.  This will be reconciled in the eschaton.

We are worlds within worlds that continuously re-circulate and reformulate, with and without time.  We are our own ideas.  We stop only in the name of love.