My imaginary friend has a possible existence. There could be someone out there in the world at large who corresponds to this person of my dreams. It is not unthinkable that the world might be such that this person exists. I am, as it were, a noetic neighbour of this individual. Some French philosopher has likely called this ‘voisinage’. Can this intimate distance be retained when my personal possibilities are considered. I could have been black, a woman or a contender, instead of which, I’m not. That is a different possible world in which this present identity does not exist. At one and the same moment I demand that I am and I am not what I am. Some French philosopher has likely called this ‘flubbertage’.
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