The 22 voices cited in this speculative multilateral conversation makes me want never to be a conscious actant. The more we know about the bacteria flexing my elbow, perhaps the easier my moves with it. But my pair have worked marvelously for 85 years. I have more practical things to contemplate when I use them to concentrate on. Since when has philosophy morphed to the infinite proliferation of weird angles. I think the organizing sciences are worth our full attention. If that is frustrating, write poems. Vital immaterialism.