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?
Like so many Atlases, we have been trying to hold the world at arms length, depersonalizing it. But like Atlas we grow tired. It will be much easier to embrace reality, to resacralize it.