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There are many different ways to see.
The cube is not a box. It’s not hermetically sealed.
This is why there has been a transition in the discussion, which the reader may have noticed, from other ways within our world to intracultural ways.
Worlds are always with others.
And yet, Wittgenstein and Derrida are right: each death is the end of a world, of the world, each time.[1]
Worlds open at the edges like shores to the sea. They are like totalities, yet not contained. Worlds are not spheres.
[1] Jacques Derrida, The Work of Mourning, trans. Pascale-Anne Brault and Michael Naas (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2001), p. 95, 107, 115; Wittgenstein, Tractatus, §6.431, p. 87.