The lights are on

The world, the universe, is full to the brim with wonders. The most amazing of all, to my mind, is one that everyone has access to every morning as soon as they wake up - consciousness.
It's a puzzle that continues to baffle science. How does matter come together in such a way that suddenly the 'lights are on'.
How does the collection of atoms in our brains become aware - so that it's 'like something' to be us.
And just what *is* a sensation?
Take the sensations of hearing a bird singing. The physics and biology of the process are well known.
The bird uses energy - originally from the sun - to move the muscles in its vocal organ - this in turn moves air molecules. Some of these enter our ear, vibrating the eardrum and causing nerve impulses to be sent to the brain where they are interpreted - sensed as bird song
*Sensed as bird song* - this final part is where the "miracle" happens. Just what is the birdsongness of bird song, the greeness of green, the joyfullness of joy. This remains a mystery - and it's one we have access to every waking moment.
I find that this kind of insight adds enormously to life. Yes I'm just walking or drinking coffee, or sitting at this computer - but each moment is full of sensations. Just a slight mental recalibration allows each one to seen as a gift, as something wonderful.
Indeed for me this is very grounding, especially when things aren't as I'd like them to be, personally or more globally.
Tuning into a sensation, any sensation - feeling the soles of my feet for example - reminds me of the miracle I'm party to - just for now in this brief period when I'm alive - 'the lights are on'.

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  1. You're absolutely right! Good observation!

  2. Miraculous it is. Maybe even more miraculous it maybe on par is that we are alive to enjoy it. Considering the unfathomably vast stretchs of time we weren't here and the equally unimaginably amounts that we won't be-how amazing. No time to waste.❤️✌️

  3. "Miraculously, out of non-existence I am born. Into the selfsame miraculous non-existence I am to return. EveryNow sways and rocks me with tender reasurance, like I'm in a womb suspended between my two non-existences. Virtually undifferentiated from the continuum, except for the miracle of life, "I Am Love".
    To mention the expanses of time during which I as sentience have no existence, to dwell on it, is to distract from and offer disrespect to the exquisite fact of being alive in life. Life's where it's at.
    Love is
    E v e r yN o w


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