It is one thing to say that reality is personal. It is rather more to say that it is only persons all the way down. That extremity must be embraced if we are to avoid the slippery slope back into the incoherence, the irrationality of dualism. What is the price? It is priceless.

Redness is not just something personal; it is a person. An artist must have carnal knowledge of pigments. A 'abstract' painting is a society of colors, which has communicated itself to the artist.

How many persons are there in a can of red paint? How many in a rainbow? That depends on who is counting and why. In love there is only one flesh. The atoms live in us, through us. How many are we? 10^10 = 1? That is the sacred number. The Israelites fleeing the Egyptians held up their outstretched fingers in defiance of their duodecimally bound captors. This was perhaps the epitome of all street gestures. And you say that numbers are an abstraction?