What really counts

It matters little where you were born, and to whom, and how you were educated. What really counts is your awareness of being aware. Consciousness, metaconsciousness, observation; sensitivity to the sights and sounds and smells around you. Absorbing the qualia of existence. Consciously being. And being curious. Needing to know why there's something rather than nothing; what is the purpose of existence; where it's all heading – and why. The Great Unfolding that you and I are a part of. 

Live – observe – learn – seek... and testify.

Read broadly and discuss; adapt and adopt, find your own path, neither follow nor seek to lead but walk alongside your fellows, sharing observations, experience, insights and moments of awareness.

Memory, familiarity and preference – clues to consciousness before. Before this time. Can you recall the experience of emerging from the oceans onto a sunny beach? Lobefins, trilobites, dry land with giant horsetail ferns and the sky filled with dragonflies with three-foot wingspans. Walking on all fours. Eventually learning to walk upright and understanding the advantage that conferred in the Savannah. Biological evolution – its purpose, its teleology – lies in spiritual evolution, as our souls (or consciousnesses) connect ethereally with the flow of the Universe. Life after life after life.

What about the ego? Does that count, or is consciousness all? One can't dismiss the ego. If I am to be honest, my ego also plays a part in my blogging. I care about who reads my posts, and what they think of it. I'd be dishonest if I were to say that my ego has no part in my creativity.

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Below: upon my way I came across tracks of wild boar – several individuals. I followed the tracks along the sandy farm track until they disappeared – through this gap in the chain-link fence. Evidently a long-established route for local wildlife (I daresay it's also used by hares too). But should the farmer patch up the fence, what will the boars do then? Burrow under and enlarge the hole through frequency and numbers?

Determination. Life will find a way. DNA.

This time four years ago:
Pfizered for the second time
[I didn't have a third jab. Would it have spared me from Covid, which I caught two and half years later? Or would I have had a more mild form of it – it wasn't that bad anyway, neither severe nor acute nor respiratory in nature – just long and tiresome.]

This time six years ago:
Another railway bridge over Puławska is replaced

This time 11 years ago:
Thoughts about life occasioned by the birth of kittens

This time 13 years ago:
Waiting for the footbridge on Puławska

This time 14 years ago:
Lost in the wonder of it all

This time 15 years ago:
Bicycle review

This time 16 years ago:
A Celebration of the Garden