I found Borges’s “The Aleph” online and put it in my wiki. It is a portait of intersubjective betrayal.

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The theme of intersubjective betrayal is terribly important. Intersubjective betrayal is the kind of betrayal we moderns reserve as our sacred right. It is also, incidentally, the most deeply damaging kind of betrayal. According to us, our subjectivity is our private property, and being our own property we can dispose of it as we wish: we are allowed to invent; that is, we are permitted to lie arbitrarily. Unfortunately, this attitude precludes genuine love, and also authentic culture. To be honest about one’s subjective existence means to share subjectivity with another. Sharing of subjectivity is the ground of love. To be intersubjectively dishonest/”inventive” is to chop out the roots of love and to salt its soil. If you believe things have somehow gone deeply wrong in our culture, consider the possibility that the origin of the problem is the privatization of the subject.

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I see “The Aleph” as a complement to the better-known “The Secret Miracle”, which… wow – as I write this I’m realizing there’s a lot more depth to “The Secret Miracle” than I’d noticed. It is no accident that Jaromir Hladik was Jewish. At this moment the story appears to me less as a meditation on time in general, than on the Jewish understanding of time and intersubjectivity.

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Judaism is the intersubjective religion. To speak mythically: Christianity is the slow dawning of the strange fact that the gentiles are the lost tribe.

Do you speak mythos? (Or, to put it mythically: do you have “ears that hear”?)

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I’d much rather be insane than bored.

What I would really love: a very beautiful shared insanity, which faithfully includes everything and excludes nothing, which interrelates and orders the entirety of subjective and objective existence. Unfortunately there are very few genuine philosophers in the world, so everyone believes our current not-so-beautiful, deeply fragmented, semi-shared insanity is reality itself.