When not playing games, the 1st person is indeed omniscient. It is true that I’m almost totally (and altogether blissfully) ignorant concerning the immense array of facts (most of them unspeakably dreary) ranging from the remotest stars to every particle of this hand, with all their tangled histories. If this is omniscience, then I’m not interested: the universe consists of things I don’t wish to know. This kind of all-knowing would only be fussing and pettiness multiplied to infinity, and quite absurd. The true omniscience is indeed the opposite of mere factual information, and perfectly simple. It is 1st person seeing into 1st person here and now and finding, precisely, just Simplicity—this endless, indivisible, entire, speckless Void which has nothing to part it from any other void. Thus it is seen (it sees itself, rather) not as a mere sample, but as what actually lies entire and for ever at the heart of everything, the central reality which gives rise to all regional appearances, the inside story of the world, the unitary truth behind the world’s infinitely varied mock-ups. Particular bits of knowledge about the world are the province of particular bits of the world—the more particular the more superficial, the further from the underlying truth. Only the 1st person’s self-knowledge is neither particular nor superficial, but universal and profound.