Let us say that each moment of your life and mine is (as Leibniz once wrote) a perspective on all occurrent things, on all occurrences, a drop of perception, a precipitate of everything swirling in the eddy that we so stutteringly name. That is, let us say that in all the openness in closure and closure in openness there is this moment "here am I," God is other, God is not that, God is the outside who says, "Come!"