Consciousness will only ever be partially explained and even then, never in terms of the legacy polar opposites of mind and matter.
Utopian approximations towards self-organisation is emergent under sufficient circumstances and in well-tuned resonances.
Death is productive in ways that might never be comfortably acknowledged.
If we seek to explain sentience and consciousness we might not be particularly comforted by what we ultimately discover.
In an era of machine learning and artificial intelligence, there may be nowhere that is not unveiled by the light of information and data measurement.
The true measure of value and of political, organisational and ideological sincerity is the extent of persistent selfless sacrifice and unselfish compassion.
What if there was nothing at all?
It is only an immature psychological and cultural status which seeks certainty and completion in all things and in so doing, generates endless entropy and confusion. Science has no logical endpoint.
One thing I notice about getting older is the way that things start to get away from you...
The enigmas of human psychology and culture are writ large in the domain of Gothic fascination with darkness and death.
True beauty just is, and exists before language, thought and technology.
The logical necessity of recursively enigmatic self-propagation remains mysterious and somehow also essential for life and sentience.