We are the universe become aware, say some. All one consciousness, some claim. Each mind an island connected by a deep sea floor. Each individual an unknowing part of so much more. We are all one, each mother, father, daughter, son, back to the dawn of conscious minds and forward into the never ending stretch of time. Expand, contract, bang and crunch, the pulsating universe, the first free lunch. Birth and death mere illusory breathing, of the greater thing that is forever living. But… nobody has any knowledge really, science, church, mystic, seer. The questions always stay the same, and final answers never draw near. Details, structure, trickery, yes, but the ultimate anything is anyone’s guess. And even our guesses will be insufficient, in light of our senses so weakly deficient. Keep asking, keep questing, keep probing, go on, but you’ll simply add verses to mystery’s song.
