On the 3rd December Isabel and I set out by buss and train from Southampton to the Czech Republic, to meet one of our sons and his wife, and to salute their second child: a girl called Milly. Hence the gap in my blogging. She's doing fine - very rigorous - and mum is in good shape. The travel required a hefty book to fill in the time: it was "The Coming of the Cosmic Christ" by Matthew Fox - 278 pages! (See Wikipedia.org/wiki/Matthew_Fox_(priest).
There are many gems in this from past writers:, such as Mechtild of Magdeburg (1210-1280). She writes: "I saw ... a stone ... like a great mountain ... It replied: "I am Jesus". This, and many others, open a mysterious fusion between cosmos and Christ. But as the righter moved steadily to today it starts to seem thin. The best that I can get is the idea that Jesus is in some incomprehensible communion with God: the god of all the universe (or universes).