I was taking a break from taming the beast that is ivy on the wall when I was thinking about consciousness.
I have senses that enable me to see the world, a brain to think, a sense of identity and an appreciation of everything.
The world is wondrous. The universe is spectacular. Wouldn’t it be a shame if there were no eyes to witness it, no minds to appreciate the awe and wonder. Evolution is great.
Now so long ago the wonders of the heavens were not known and microscopic life unseen. Now we have instruments and machines to enhance our senses. It is an incredible age we live in. Our eyes are fully open to all possibility.
Yet what are we? A flash of electricity? A chemical flow? A wave of polarisation? A network of connections? The sum is always greater than the parts!
A flash, a pattern, lighting up the skull.
A construction of identity for us to ever mull.
A sense of reality that forms within the mind.
A delving into mystery to see what we can find.
I am alive.
I think .
I am aware of what I think and feel.
I am aware of you and me.
I have memory
To give continuity.
My prized possession;
But I like to change it now and then,
For insight into other worlds,
But always back again.
Chemical and network,
Infused with electricity,
Of our eternity.
For consciousness is all I have.
It is the essence of me.
When I’m gone it will dissolve
And I will cease to be.
Consciousness is ephemeral
But not a spirit or a soul.
It is a physical construction
That gets our rock to roll.
I am conscious
I can see.
Imagine the universe
Without you or me.
I’m glad we evolved consciousness
In the face of such majesty.
Without the eyes to see it
Would be a waste of such beauty.