Earlier I thought of a kind of place. Not truly a physical place, but involving the physical space. Not tied to a specific spatial coordinate, an imaginary, yet agreed upon location at the intersection of two imaginary lines.

No, this place can be entered into by any consciousness-bearing sentience that stumbles upon it. This is the problem with a dualistic outlook, you are so very limited in your experience because you are held down by your own limitations.  I can see why the Buddhists harp on about habitual behavior so much. These are the places in which to start to see that we are bound by our own patterns. Our programming, conditioning. We are fish in water who do not know they are in water. What? No… that’s fucked up.

Analogy is weak. Language is weak. When I consider who is thought, by most, to be our great achievers, great thinkers and discoverers, geniuses, leaders and such – I just see a bunch of people that have managed to scrape out a slightly better handle on a primitive set of tools.

I must be quite up on myself then. Not really. You misunderstand, but don’t worry about that, I do it all the time too.