It has become fashionable for us to talk of consciousness, of what consciousness is, of existence and whether there is other life.
There's a general agreement consciousness is the mysterious sense of self, of what it is like to be me. It remains unexplained.
But consciousness is not that feeling alone. It is, at the same time, the undeniable sense of being here.
We are stardust, produced by the Universe. We are also living proof of the Universe: that there are infinite possibilities beyond ourselves.
