And here's another twist of citrus in the philosophical brew: The orange I came home with separates neatly into the Orange-in-Itself and the "orange" that I perceived (not to mention consumed). By comparison, the abstract orange I went out to buy, if considered separately from any actual, tangible* orange, has no Orange-in-Itself identity. I wonder if that affects the flavor.

Also: When I eat an orange, I omit the rind. Whereas when I imagine, see, and purchase an orange, it is an object that includes the rind. So the "orange" I eat is the inside of the "orange" I buy. No wonder it's called the Orange-in-Itself!

*Tangerines are even more tangible, of course.

I loved this blurb flow chart. It reminds me of the paint swatches at WAL-MART, which are probably the most perfect thing in the store. Which makes me want to destroy them. Or rearrange their perfect order. This is a Luciferian impulse. Did Lucifer really want to destroy? Or did he want to merely re-arrange. En tout cas, it's clear that re-arrangement is a damnable offense. A primordial offense. Perhaps the Ur-Offense. What is literary criticism but an attempt to rearrange artistic works in an imaginary space. It's hilarious. The books stay right where they are put. But if the re-arranger is particularly successful he might have certain books banned or sent to book gulags (thrift stores or worse). In which case, the books find it hard to reproduce. And then they may go extinct. So, overall, I think God is right. He should destroy Satan for being the Great Interior Decorator that he so clearly is. Satan is all about fussiness. There is no sin that does not first begin in fussiness.